One year ago today: February 9, 2025, WIP
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A wasted day. I could not concentrate to read, so I tried to watch TV. It is the only distraction the hospital provides and it is terrible. Crime, cooking, Spanish, and lame history. The good news is Nellie was on shift and I had to bother her too many times. Somebody really needs to rethink this whole hospital bed concept.
My tastebuds are gradually returning and they let you order from today’s menu. While I minimize salt at home, I don’t go totally without it. They got me here, with zero salt. I can only manage the grub because it tastes so bland. The routine is getting to me. All these blood tests are wrecking my arms and fingertips. What I’m saying is I did not check into the hospital for diet or blood level problems. What’s with the iron and potassium checks six times a day? Why the sudden big concern over a little salt?
Prairie fire.
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Because my lungs can clear as long as I can shift a bit every twenty minutes, they have cancelled the scope for today. That leads to a restless night of coughing. Nothing on TV except that truly annoying Guthrie kidnapping, I will be glad to get out of this place if only so I don’t have to skip past this bullcrap story with the clicker. Get that lady out of our faces.
The hospital staff knows me by now and they are mostly great to talk to. That’s all the company and visitors I need. I’m now wired with the LifeVest all day, though not sure why they have me on it. I didn’t have the sort of heart problems this thing monitors and now they want me to struggle with it for six months?
