So here I am again at Beth Israel ER room awaiting a bed to open up in Farr 10. It's been quite lively here today between the woman from somewhere screaming something unintelligible to the man screaming at the top of his lungs 'I WILL NOT GET A FLU SHOT' over and over again. The man currently in the curtained off room next to me is begging for pain killers because his hip is attawack.
I have a 3/8" tube up my left nostril sucking the contents of my stomach into a plastic 'carboy'. Apparently I developed a bowel obstruction at some point last week and this has been the reason behind the week long barf sesh. And here I was thinking I was eating too much Cocoa Puffs...as if. (Man I could really go for a bowl right now....or maybe just a glass of whole milk that's been stepped in puffs...yum). I'll have to get Sarah to smuggle some in for me.
Man I look so good!
Man I look so good! The tape is there to keep it from sliding out of my nose. The other tube is my feed tube which feels infinitely better than this monstrosity.
Currently reading: The life changing magic of tidying up, Marie Kondo and Undermajordomo Minor, Patrick Dewitt...Also rereading Lolita for the third time. Marvel comics: Knight of the Old Republic collection.
Be well people and realize that you're well,
Love Esch
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