In the darkness the trees are full of starlight (henwy) wrote,
In the darkness the trees are full of starlight
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Jello is like crack cocaine

It was a pretty messed up day. I haven't used an alarm clock in years. There are a variety of reasons for this but most of them circle around the reason that I don't really need one. I mean, where the heck do I really have to go? Most of the things I do have to do nowadays are pretty freeform. If I miss it, it's not like it's a big deal.

This lack of an alarm, makes those times when time is of the essence sort of obnoxious. I had spoken with Lori the night before and it was agreed that we would visit Bill S in the hospital. Since I had no idea when she would want to go exactly, I wanted to be up at a relatively early hour in order to be able to call her and find out. By the time it hits a certain hour at night, you just decide it would be better to just stay up and not sleep at all. I figured I could ring her at a little past 9, we could make the trip, and then I could come home and fall unconscious.

Things didn't quite work out like I expected. It turns out she had some work to take care of it and it stretched out longer and longer. Since I didn't want to run the risk of going to sleep and missing her call, I just kept staying up and watching highlander eps and twiddling my thumbs. In the end, she wasn't ready to go until a little after 3pm and by then I was exhausted. I had also been popping codeine all day in prep for a journey out so I had a nice little synergy with the dizziness and nausea I usually get from lack of sleep and the dizziness and nausea that comes from the meds.

The visit to the hospital was actually sort of fun. We bought Bill S a giant teddy bear balloon fro the gift shop. I had been hoping to get him one of those obnoxious singing balloons that would play crappy music nonstop, but the only balloons of that type available were It's a Girl and Happy Birthday. Neither seemed exactly fitting under the circumstances. When we got to the room, Bill S looked like death warmed over. Sunken eyes, glazed expression, the works. It turns out his appendix wasn't where it was supposed to be, and so a laproscopic operation wasn't possible. The doctor had to cut and then root around in there until he found it hiding behind the liver. The resulted in more damage to the general area and it looks like he's going to be in the hospital for at least a couple more days.

It turns out that they also hadn't let him have any food or water since the operation either and he was practically begging for some jello. I offered to scope out the floor and see if anyone had died and maybe I could swipe their dinner jello since they obviously wouldn't be needing it, but that was ruled unwise and macabre. Bill M, Lori, and I popped down to the cafeteria at one point where I picked up a $3 'salad' made of frozen yogurt. The only other thing I guess I should mention is that it's apparently a bad thing to make Bill S laugh at the moment. An unthinking Jew-joke sent him into minor spasms of agony and after that, we tried our best to keep the jockularity to a minimum.

Lori and I headed back soon after that and I more or less fell unconscious as soon as I got home.
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