Thoughts on the Horse-Pistol: Round Two...Or...Damn You, Tim Taylor
Lots42
employees see me walking around on it with no pain whatsoever. An told
'We will give you lots (42) of anti-biotics via IV'. Also told 'You
can't walk too and from the bathroom with out someone supervising you
in case you fall'.
FIRST visit to the hospital: Leg swollen up like one of the bigger
Macy Day's Parade balloons. Bandaged to hell and back. Actually -has-
two holes in it, fairly large holes where they let out out the
pressure and removed meaty chunks. Am actively leaking Lots42Juice (as
expected at this point). Considering the bathroom, I am told 'Plug
your IV back in when you come back, or we will be very annoyed'.
The contradiction between first and second visits is very glaring to
me.
Oh yeah, I almost had a fight with my nurse about the pooping aspect
about bathroom visits (she was mentioning bedpans with disturbing
regularity). But thank god the doctor changed the orders before any
fights (or heck, just more lying) could ensue). Still, wtf. How many
employees saw me walking by that time? Dozens?
2) I was right next door to my old room and while waiting for the
final paperwork checkout, I noted no one was in the old bed so I felt
safe to peek in. Had bad flashbacks upon seeing the painting on the
far wall. See, actually each room is a two parter and on the previous
visit I had the non-window side. I did have the TV but I also had a
shitty leg with two giant holes and an uncertain future. I could watch
TV but I'd end up seeing Tim Taylor walk across a very clever
soundstage (admittedly, they did get their budget in) and I'd be
pissed off he was walking so confidently and I'd turn off the TV.
Same with the books so I spent a lot of time staring at that one
painting. I was not completely all together in those two weeks I spent
at the hospital in my first go-around. By week two I could easily pick
out shapes the artist never intended. That was one creepy column. I
still could eagerly smash it up. I should have manned up and looked
for an artist name to see if the image was on-line.
3) My window did look out upon (albeit far away) a sprawling
Scientology facillity. I kept thinking about the accusations spread in
the local newspaper that Scientology likes setting up cameras on it's
property and pointing them outwards.
4) Mary, Mary, Nurse Contrary, not her real name. Had her twice on the
first go-around. She completely ignored the orders to get my open,
weeping wounds bandage at X time period. Me and my mom sat there many
hours with the leg drying out...fucker knew the doc (or another
employee) had it unwrapped but she would not make it a priority.
So anyway, this time around when she comes on shift I am more then
happy I am mobile. And she starts behaving like my leg is just as bad
as last time. Okay, maybe I'm paranoid (she did ignore gaping wounds)
but it is was very much a wtf. Read the chart, woman! Then she fucks
up my roomy's request for bathroom help (he's not as mobile).
On second thought, all this number 4 probably doesn't make as much
sense as I thought it did (when do I make as much sense as I think I
do?) But Nurse Mary is a giant flaming ball of contradiction and crazy
and it's a shame she's still on staff.
Mark
And I thought I had it bad.
Thanks!
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Mark
Dr. HotSalt
Yeah, between him and Mark Reynolds I'm Really Glad I gots no such
nasties trying to eat my leg and/or back.
Get better, the both o' yez!
Dr. HotSalt