Four walls: You can see by my expression, I am pleased to be there in the hospital! (No, seriously! I joke here because the staff at Regional West all are very competent, supportive, helpful and – best of all – survived my kitty stories and quirky sense of humor – humour for my friends in the rest of the former British Empire and the UK….)
I always read these information packets. Regional West Medical Center’s would rate a high final mark were I making an ISO 1000 quality management system audit, one of those things I did when I worked in quality. It was a well-produced improvement over the wad of paper they handed out in 2016! (And that was a well-written and organized effort.) Yes, I learned a lot about the hospital’s services and the people providing the services from this read! This old quality guy was very impressed!
One of the handouts especially impressed me. You know all the questions they ask when you are admitted? It was a simple card with a place to write things like medications currently taken, emergency contact’s information, and more. Fold it and carry it with you in your purse or wallet. Don’t reveal yourself to be a disorganized bumpkin ever again when put to the third degree for your medical history back to 1900! Bravo Regional West! Besides, you know you screw up on your medicine at least daily, a flaw of character exposed when you can’t recall which ones you “take”! Hmm. Now, where is that dang wallet?!
I missed my kitty boys, but I used my business cards to attract other cat buddies out of the woodworks! I’m glad I had various designs of kitty business cards printed over the years. They’ve helped me make contact with like-minded feline aficionados.
Yet, do you really count the residential vampires in all hospitals, the phlebotomists, among your favorite people ever? You do when they have two really pretty kitties and they pull out their smartphones to show their kitty photos to you!
One even admitted being a Japanese cat video addict, something yours truly barely overcame after years of endless hours watching Japanese cats hop into boxes and wear silly hats making them into prehistoric animals. RAWWWWR!
Yeah, real men “wuv” their little “kittikins”, too. They just make sure to do the secret handshake with other “real guys” to prove they can be trusted with this dangerous knowledge.
Time to process out… it takes forever. I sit there in my hospital gown till a lady comes in and says she’s working on my discharge papers. I dress in smelly clothes I wore during admission on Tuesday. UGH! That was all I had. I should have had my friend Judy bring some fresh ones from Alliance. I never, never wear underwear that many days unless being held hostage by the Taliban!
Add this to your preparation list of emergency “toolkit for surviving unexpected hospital incarcerations”: One 10-pack of all black undershorts in case you have to stay longer and have to reverse them to “freshen” in another emergency situtation requiring reusing lightly (one hopes) soiled one-day shorts. You still can burn them when you get home, but check the local burn laws first!
Those still rate an “ugh!” but you won’t have to spend two hours when you get home soaking them off in the bath tub.
But I never got bored!
I still have some tests to take and there may be more time in hospital in my near future. Hard to say. Why was I hospitalized? A lung infection and a possibility of an infected dialysis fistula. I am on a course of post-hospitalization antibiotics for five days. Little by little, this blog will return to more important matters, CATS, specifically those two Adorables, Andy and Dougy the Persian kitty boys!
What the heck! I could have waited a day to post this event from midnight today, but I know you are waiting with baited breath to learn how the kitty lounger wars progress. I hope this peaceful moment is more than detente. Kitties don’t sign treaties, of course, just suddenly stop fighting over little kitty-defined “Hamburger Hills” and other objectives, then let their humans clean up the kitty parts!
Gad, I’m happy to be back with my kitty boys! Thank you all for your prayers and concerns. I am very touched, especially when I know the primary reason anyone stops here is to catch up on what The Adorables do.
Besides, I know my buddy GP takes time off from his heavily researched and always informative blog on the Pacific war to see what his favorite, Dougy, is up to. This is how I give back to one of the top serious bloggists on the Internet.
To those how come by for a wee bit of daily humor/humour, I can guarantee a pretty wee amount, OK, but if the kitty boys make you smile, well, I am blessed, too, to know I helped brighten your day.
To those who blog about their pets, feline, canine, whatever-nine; or travel; or recipes like Dolly and leggypeggy (Australian now – even spells it “humour” and “colour”, but is a fellow Cornhusker from Nebraska by birth- GO BIG RED! HURRAH!); or life in France literature and writing; and more, I love your blogs, but even more am touched by your concerns and prayers when mine took this Krankenhausruhe.
Thank you all! Thank you!