Today’s big question: will I or won’t I go home today. Doc Coumans wanted me to stay until they could get my pain more under control. Scream inducing spasms were pretty much nonexistent BUT I still had an ep or two forcefully voiced, Get me some morphine NOW!
So...who knows? I expect the good doctor will be around shortly and imagine I’ll get the “yes you’re free to fly” or “let’s wait and see” then. I HATE waiting!
And now some observations from my visit here at Health Central.
- The nurses here are universally stellar. One exception is the post surgery ICU nurse. I had sudden EXTREME motherfucking, monster pain spasms and, as any sentient being would, I screamed. She did her job in aiding me but repeatedly instructed me NOT to scream. My reply, when I could catch a breath between kill-me-now spasms? The fuck I’m supposed to do? I’m on serious PAIN woman!
Is she a survivor of childhood abuse, told not to scream whilst atrocities were underway?
Is she an ultra demure republican type who feels, deep in her bones, that women must always be calm and smile through suffering?
Did my screams scare her? Did she think I was gonna morph into a fire breathing dragon (wouldn’t that be cool!).
Dunno but mayhaps she oughta rethink her career choice OR get some therapy.
- My room is gorgeous. There’s a lovely, big couch in case anyone wants to stay overnight. It’s a single room with three enormous windows. No view of the Charles BUT there’s an awesome bamboo garden below. I see the feathery tops swaying in the breeze and, of course, the sky is always calming.
- Let’s talk food—I was dreading the dearth of veggie offerings. Last time I was here for a big ass stay there was precious little I could eat. Now? They have a full veg menu, it’s even vegan friendly. AND, mein gott, the food is FAB. Restaurant worthy even. I’ve had a weensy to non existent appetite until yesterday and I may be booted home today. I’d have a sad about this but Master Chef Oni is at home, already planning meals.
Yes, I am one very lucky old broad.