Prill used to call this the "witching hour".. Not sure where she got that from but only that it was that hour before the dawn where everything is a bit phantasmagorical. I vaguely remember " the hour of the wolf".. Same thing ? Ing ar
Ingmar Bergman? Hard to blog on an iPhone!
So..meanwhile back at the ranch...
Did I mention how totally relieved I was to be released from the hospital yesterday? I felt I had spent the last few days at the Marciat Di San Vit or maybe the Chinese market in hong kong.. Or thebazaar in Istanbul. Seriously. D6-ONC. Is one busy place. The nurses are scrambling. The alarms ringing everywhere . That's because it seems every time there's a kink in someone's Iv tube, the alarm rings.. And rings..and rings. Louder!
I felt like a real grouch and nag asking for them to come and turn it off. At one point there werethree going Off in my room at different intervals. A synchopated nightmare midday.
I am notsure why or how they schedule the nurses but I was there thurs to Sunday and never had the same nurse twice. And we more often than not had 3 different nurses for our room of three. apparently they work on a pool system so that the severity of the patients are née safe Alan Ed . Itdidnt feel that was to me. But I have to say there was not a bad nurse in the bunch. It wS also the UN of nursing experiences. I am pretty sure almost every continent was well represented.Saturday night was a beautiful Nigerian woman named Rita. I thought nothing of it when it suddenly hit me that it was Rita Leddy herself.. My dear friend and also a nurse. As Rita 2 flashed her brilliant smile, I could almost hear Rita 1 chuckling. The whimsy would have been just up her alley.
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