It's April 16, or so the marker board in my room states.... it also states the name of my current nurse, the physical therapist's name and extention, and what I'm allowed to eat: Ice chips. It's the first thing that I see when I wake up cold, in the middle of the night, in my narrow, all too firm hospital bed. Why do they always paint hospitals a bland color? Is it supposed to be comforting? If I'm to be stuck somehwere for weeks on end, I'd like it to be colorful... I'd prefer a bright blue room, one that matches my hair color. My hair color seems to be a good conversation starter. Last night, while walking slowly around the third floor (this is almost cause for celebration- any escape from my cold room is) I met Ira. She was hobbling, hunched over, pushing her I.V. machine in front of her, as was I. She commented on my hair and a friendship was born....not a soul mate type pf friendship, but more like commodery. Like a roommate in jail.... She joked with me that she could beat me, walking that lap around the nurses' desk- truth was, she probably could and she looked like she'd be born sometime before fire was discovered. I'm quite febble these days.
Things to look forward to tomorrow: doctors waking me at 5 am, more shots, and sweet talking the nurses to see how much I can get away with. I swear- I can be sweet when I need to. Tonight's nurse, Naomi, allowed me to use the hospital's laptop... she warned me to behave on it so I don't get her into trouble. I swindled some Italian ice from Sharon last night. Hey, it's a big deal when you haven't had anything to eat in 12 days! Anyway..... Both my arms are black and blue from the shoots I get daily, I'm wearing a hospital gown that makes me feel as sexy as a wart on an elephant's ass, and I'm bored out of my mind..... but as promised- I'm still alive!!!
Have a great week! Hopefully I'll escape soon and scarf down some Starbuck's on the way home!!!
