Coming to an Understanding, Part 9

During the Sabbath hours, the registration rep came in and issued the swingbed rights along with the acknowledgement that I’d received them. She cut off my armband and replaced it with another. It was so loose, it eventually fell off. I put it on the tray table beside my notebook. One of the nurses came in and was distressed I didn’t have it on. I explained it wouldn’t stay on. She prepared another one and was going to make it too loose, as well, so I taught her how I used to do it—put a finger under the band when fastening it. That allows for give without its being too loose. She got a bit huffy at first until she saw it worked. She’d learned something new.

Sunday came and with it the endless round of finger sticks, injections and IV pushes. During the previous night, my vitals had been checked only once. I found out that’s because I was in swing. Cuz was there when the doctor was making his rounds and she thought I’d be next. No, if he saw me, it would be a freebie because it would be unbillable. I was in swing. I have a feeling my PCP would have come in, anyway, but he was off for the weekend.

Mid-morning, the Piano Tech and his wife dropped in. She had a container in her hand and the aroma coming from it was amazing. I thought she said it was couscous but I was later to find it was tofu. That’s okay. I could live dangerously. Besides, I still had half of the lunch from the fellowship meal. I was in okay shape.

The lunch tray came. I’d quit having it put on the table. Instead, it was assigned the chair. I’d survey the contents, pick out what I wanted and leave the rest. Tomato juice. Always tomato juice. There were some reasonably good beans and some spinach (living dangerously again). I requested the “to go” container from the fridge. The nurse tech came back eventually. She was empty-handed. ?? She explained the fridge had been cleaned out and the container didn’t have a date. The cleaner-outer didn’t know whether it was good or bad and ditched it. Oh, well. At least I did have my chia pudding my friend had brought in the night before, right? Yes. She’d bring it to me. WHEW!!

I put about half the tofu in a little half-size tumbler, added beans and spinach and stirred. That, along with a burger, assorted seeds and pudding, was lunch. The fact that the half-lunch was gone was no biggie. I was good.

Supper was the rest of the tofu plus some pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds and TOMATO JUICE. The night before, there was also tomato soup that I thickened up with packet after packet of crackers. It was accompanied by a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The PB was a good quarter of an inch thick. I ate a couple bites. The soup made my reflux worse but it surely tasted good.

It had been some time since I’d had to have an insulin shot. Still the blood thinners continued on. If I was a mouse, I’d be dead.

4 Responses to Coming to an Understanding, Part 9

  1. Lila March 16, 2015 at 10:07 pm #

    Awfully glad you’re not a mouse. We want to keep you around for a while.

    • Tommie March 16, 2015 at 10:31 pm #

      Thank you. Just wait for #10…

  2. Genese March 17, 2015 at 11:29 am #

    The master of cliffhangers……………….

    • Tommie March 17, 2015 at 12:07 pm #

      Mistress, m’dear. Mistress.

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