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Chapter 3 "The Bored Identity" The hospital stay was, well, boring. I know, I know, it's a hospital not a Chucky Cheese, but still. I couldn't watch TV because I was sharing a room and the television was on my roomate's side of the curtain. I couldn't read a book because I didn't have the energy to hold it up for very long. Sleeping was spotty because my roomate, Miss Hutchins, was in unbearable pain. Poor thing, she just kept screaming "Lord Jesus help me!" I was so sad for her, she was a very sweet woman and (pain aside) a good roomate. So, in lieu of anything else to do, I milked that morphine drip, read celebrity gossip magazines (ask me ANYTHING about Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen) and dozed while Danny read to me (all at once now--AWWWWWW!)  The next day, only after every nurse in the hospital had seen my bare-ass--I was allowed to go home. I left some flowers for Miss Hutchins and caught the first wheelchair out of there.
***I just wanted to stick in a note of thanks to those who called and came to visit, made my room resemble a beautiful garden and put me at ease with great political talk--the nurses LOVED my John Kerry sticker!** |
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