Final Installment (part 4)
An hour passes and he comes back to explain that I have 2 options.
(1) Eat some food and if that goes ok then I can go home.
(2) They put me under and jam a camera down my throat, through my stomach and them poke around at some sphincter in there connected to my gall bladder to see what is going on.
He provided the following picture, drawn on a napkin. Labels are for your convenience.
I told him I like option (1) and he said he did too. Ok so this meant I was going get some food. I did a dance of joy in my head at this point for the thought of eating. Hours past and no food came. I got a few nurses visit me to see how I was over this time.
Nurse (Sandra): “How are you feeling?”
Me: “Okay, but I am hungry.”
Nurse (Sandra): “Why?”
Me: “Because no one brought me food.”
Nurse (Sandra): “Oh, Um, I’ll go get you something.”
This happen about an hour later with another nurse and the first nurse had not come back with anything yet. Another half hour past and the doctor came in, still no food.
Doctor: “How are you feeling?”
Me: “Hungry.”
Doctor: “Did you eat?”
Me: “No.”
Doctor: “Why not?”
Me: “No one brought me anything to eat.”
Doctor: (with a look of confusion) “But I told them to.” –at this point he turned around and walked out quite bewildered.
So at about 2pm food finally arrived. At this point I would have eaten just about anything they put in front of me. Thus ended the approximate 44hr stretch without food. That was the worst part of the whole thing, the not getting to eat part with the several fake outs along the way.
Sometime past and the nurse and the doctor check up on me to see how my food was digesting. Everything was going swimmingly so they said that I would get to go home soon. I, not remembering that past day and a half I guess, got changed and packed my stuff up. I should have known I would take about 2 hrs for everything to come to fruition for me to get out. I finally did at 6pm, right after they served me another meal.
It was dark and cold when I came out, just like when I went in. It felt like I had lost 2 days of my life. I learned that at the hospital, the passage of time has different laws, there is not good communication between the chiefs and Indians, and that I almost pissed over a liter’s worth before noon.
As of now, a few days later, there is mild discomfort, but I think that is me recovering. I still make a lot of digesting noises and have to eat a low fat diet for the next week. Hopefully this is over, but I fear it is not and that it will come up again someday.
THE END?
(1) Eat some food and if that goes ok then I can go home.
(2) They put me under and jam a camera down my throat, through my stomach and them poke around at some sphincter in there connected to my gall bladder to see what is going on.
He provided the following picture, drawn on a napkin. Labels are for your convenience.
I told him I like option (1) and he said he did too. Ok so this meant I was going get some food. I did a dance of joy in my head at this point for the thought of eating. Hours past and no food came. I got a few nurses visit me to see how I was over this time.
Nurse (Sandra): “How are you feeling?”
Me: “Okay, but I am hungry.”
Nurse (Sandra): “Why?”
Me: “Because no one brought me food.”
Nurse (Sandra): “Oh, Um, I’ll go get you something.”
This happen about an hour later with another nurse and the first nurse had not come back with anything yet. Another half hour past and the doctor came in, still no food.
Doctor: “How are you feeling?”
Me: “Hungry.”
Doctor: “Did you eat?”
Me: “No.”
Doctor: “Why not?”
Me: “No one brought me anything to eat.”
Doctor: (with a look of confusion) “But I told them to.” –at this point he turned around and walked out quite bewildered.
So at about 2pm food finally arrived. At this point I would have eaten just about anything they put in front of me. Thus ended the approximate 44hr stretch without food. That was the worst part of the whole thing, the not getting to eat part with the several fake outs along the way.
Sometime past and the nurse and the doctor check up on me to see how my food was digesting. Everything was going swimmingly so they said that I would get to go home soon. I, not remembering that past day and a half I guess, got changed and packed my stuff up. I should have known I would take about 2 hrs for everything to come to fruition for me to get out. I finally did at 6pm, right after they served me another meal.
It was dark and cold when I came out, just like when I went in. It felt like I had lost 2 days of my life. I learned that at the hospital, the passage of time has different laws, there is not good communication between the chiefs and Indians, and that I almost pissed over a liter’s worth before noon.
As of now, a few days later, there is mild discomfort, but I think that is me recovering. I still make a lot of digesting noises and have to eat a low fat diet for the next week. Hopefully this is over, but I fear it is not and that it will come up again someday.
THE END?
posted by K-Dawg at 10:54 PM
3 Comments:
I'm glad you're ok ;o)
ah....the question mark leaves room for a sequel. Very good, very good.
stupid chiefs.
i'm not sure when that will go into production, it may take a while.
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