My crochet time has been greatly curtailed the last ten days as I languished in the hospital. The worst part of the whole ordeal was the IVs. I apparently have “bad veins” and they like to reject the IV after a day or two. At one point I had an IV assembly crowning the top of my right thumb. As a right handed person, this makes some basic life functions a bit difficult (TMI!!!).
Of course there always has to be some weird thing that happens on any sort of outing and this was no exception. The hospital I went to has remodeled and made all their rooms private, but they are about the size of a closet. One afternoon nurse #24 was installing IV needle #15 when she says “what’s that smell?” There was a definite electrical odor wafting about the room. It got stronger and suddenly smoke was roiling from one of the light fixtures on the wall.
Now there are seven people in my tiny room in a state of pandemonium. The IV nurse is shouting to all the other people to move me immediately since I’m in there for a respiratory issue to begin with. The people begin packing up everything. The room had a reclining chair that I had been sleeping in because the bed was so awful. One of the male nurses decided to just push me and the chair down the hall to the new room. The chair didn’t make a good substitute for a wheel chair and it veered wildly down the hall. Another nurse took to guiding it from the front. Other patients on the floor were perplexed by the whole scene.
The upside was the new room was about 4 times bigger than the old one, with a bathroom that one could actually get into while dragging an IV rig along. The previous bath required the IV to sit outside the door, making any sense of privacy non-existent.
This hospital uses a system of rotating staff so you have different people nearly every day, but after 5 days you start seeing some of the same ones again. Apparently the rapid room change was the talk of the floor and the joke was that I’d do anything to get a better room, even if it meant a fire.
I’m glad to be back home to my own bed and my own bath. I will never complain about my own bed again. Compared to the hospital, it’s like sleeping on a cloud!