Folded into a W in the hospital bed, sabers of pain slicing through my middle, I was now a Bone of Contention between Nurse Stoneface and Nurse Fatass, one on each side of the bed, firing shots across my bow: "I have to give her meds! She doesn't have a line! Why doesn't she have a line?"
"I don't know. They were supposed to put one in."
"Well, they didn't. You have to."
"No I don't. You do it."
I thought it best to intervene on my own behalf. I moaned an explanation of my lack of IV port, told them they needed to send for a specialist to stick me. Wavering between relief and annoyance, they grumbled their way out of the room after deciding to call 'someone'.
I waited. And waited. And, yep…waited some more while a herd of camels caravanned through my arid mouth, now glued tightly shut. Finally, 'someone' showed up, shoved a small squeezy ball into my palm, slapped my hand soundly several times, folded one rubber-gloved mitt around mine and plunged an icepick into a vein with the other. Plastic tube making an upside down U behind my index finger, needle strapped down with layers of sticky tape, I lay there while more bustling went on around me. A bag of saline solution was hung and inserted into my line (Yay! I had a line!) along with several other hypodermically inserted medications. "Water?" I croaked. "No!" came the reprimand. "Ice chips?" I managed to whisper. This was apparently a novel idea, but the baby aide allowed as how that was probably okay and, not even an hour later, set a cupful of ice on the sliding tray alongside the bed, almost within my reach! I managed to grab the call button/microphone/TV control thingie and pushed the red button. A disembodied voice asked "Can I help you?" Not knowing to whom I was speaking, I was slightly hesitant to ask for medication…hell, it could have been a DEA agent on the other end… but I was desperate so I asked it I could have something for pain. "Someone will be right there", the Voice from the Other Side assured.
To be continued


Comments: 12
I hope you're on the road to recovery by now...yeeesh!
More, please.
You both just hate to give your readers time to clean house, eat, yell at the kids, bathe, etc... we must all wait here on Gather with tongues hanging out, for the next "To be Continued" segment!
Jaysuus!