Life at the Hilton

I hate being sick.  Yes, nurses make bad patients, I can vouch for that.  We have our own way to do things, but when we are in someone else' s house, it is their way.  Some days that works and some days it doesn't.  When Bob is here he helps the nurse tell me how to do it.  He does keep us laughing.  He helps eat my meals - food just doesn't interest me yet.  It could be all the antibiotics.  I now have four Doctors making the calls.  Guess I really am sick. Why didn't someone tell me before this!  At least all systems are functioning.  I'm getting good at pushing my IV pole around, just wish I could dress it, maybe give it some hair.  Then try to get some sleep, not here. It must be payback time.  I didn't sleep last night.  The covers and I were fighting all night.  Then every time I was comfortable enough, I would moan and wake myself up.  I finally went to sleep, if two hours is sleep.  Bob came early to check on me.  When he left I settled down, got comfy and in comes the nurse.  They do wait outside the door to catch you sleeping and wake you up.  Next comes the Doctor - so now forget it, I'm up.  Of course no one comes in.  I think I will do a test, pretend I'm asleep and see how many people can wake me up.  I am starting to feel human again, so in the mean time I'll keep you all informed about "Life at the Hilton!"