I went to the hospital last night after work to see my mom; now there was a sobering experience. Well, OK, so not really. She was hooked up to a drip, and was completely smashed from whatever was in it. She would suddenly close her eyes and start snoring while you were talking to her, and then open her eyes and ask, "Did I make that awful noise?" She was acting like my grandmother did whenever she was medicated, which is strange, and something I would never tell my mom, since she seems to believe that she's nothing like her mother. She was even talking with a stronger Hoosier accent than she usually does. Being a nurse, she vowed not to use the call button at all, lest the nurses caring for her think she's a sissy. She also told us that she dreamt that Zoe was going into surgery at the same time she was, on her back with all four paws in the air, but that the surgeons never got around to operating on her. I was thankful when we left, because I was struggling not to laugh, and that made me feel awful because I could see spots of her blood on her hospital gown.
She's apparently in good condition, though, which is certainly a good thing.
I really, really hate hospitals. Not because I associate them with death or illness so much as because I associate them with waiting. I can be patient, if I can occupy myself with something. But there are certain environments -- hospitals, airports, hotels -- that I cannot keep myself occupied, and I just hate that. If I try to read in those places, I find myself reading and re-reading the same sentence over again, unable to move past it, and unable to absorb what the sentence is trying to communicate. It's like the environment short-circuits my ability to understand things.
And then I wake up this morning to find my world's gone all Shackleton on me, meaning it took me half an hour to make the 10 minute drive to work.
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Yeah. Hospitals are icky. Tonights episode of Alias, which was set in a hospital just reconfirmed my distaste of those places. BTW, how many times has Vaughn been tortured or almost tortured on that show? Just wondering........
Glad to hear mom is doing well. Sorry to hear about the Ice Planet Hoth weather. Brrr. Oh, did I mention that its 85 degrees here in California? But there is a price for this great weather--my 15 minute drive to work takes 1 hour each way. And that's every day.......oy!
Stay warm!
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How crazy was it when that guy's leg cracked off in the opening segment? I was watching it with Jolie, who wants to get into Alias, and I think the part where the guy shattered sort of freaked her out.
Speaking of which, how freaky was it when whatshisname got hit by the car in Lost? I know that was totally cribbed from Final Destination, or Excess Baggage, or Boarding Announcement, or whatever the hell that movie is with the queer guy from Dawson's Creek in it. But it still freaked me out, and Jolie screamed a little scream. I liked it better than last week's episode -- no quasi-incest. I was never a fan of Flowers in the Attic, myself.
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