Hospitals
I’ve not posted for a few days because I’ve been in the hospital with a gallstone attack. Make that two. The first trip went fine and I was ok after some pain killers and tests and after 12 hours I was sent home to await surgery. Next night at 2am, same thing – back to hospital and then another hospital and more tests and then more tests and geez, I hate hospitals. I haven’t been in a hospital other than for a bit of day surgery since my kids were born and that was in the last century.
It’s a teaching hospital so every man, woman or dog who came by wanted to poke and prod and go “hmmm” without saying a fricken thing. Finally I said, “I’m going to stand in front of the door and not let you out unless one of you tells me what’s going on.” So he said I could go home.
I have no desire to go again.
However, I was in a semi-private room (which sucked) and my roommate was a delightfully chatty woman who’d just had a breast reduction from a 38 G down to a small C. She was ecstatic and wanted to show her new boobs to everyone who’d have a look. Her boyfriend came in with a friend and she was fine with the friend having a look too. They oohed and ahhhed and I wanted to vomit. Ok, I wanted to vomit because I was sick but even if I hadn’t been sick I might have vomited too.
All I wanted was for her to shut her cheery face up and leave the curtain closed so I could moan in private.
Hope you’re feeling better! =)
The good thing about gallstone surgery these days is that it’s laproscopic, so people don’t get the big railroad scar down their front anymore. Recovery time is faster too.
Good luck with it!
Hi! Sorry to hear you that you’re going through bad times. I hope it will pass with time and that you won’t need an operation. With all that said I wonder how you’d feel in a co-ed ward as is happening here. Not my cup of tea to tell you the truth!
Hi Peter, I have to admit that when I got into my room I thought it was a man in the bed next to me. All I could see was a really manish looking foot sticking out from the bed covers. I was a bit put off by it.
I wouldn’t want to be in a semi-private room with a man, that’s for sure. Not that I’d be afraid but there are things I don’t want to share with a strange man.