hospital

i just spent three nights at st vincent's hospital.  at least they gave me the nice room this time...double doors so as to reduce the staff giggles and the poor man across the hall two days of incessant screaming.   It's very unnerving to hear someone yell like that non-stop.    Luckily, it wasn't very noticeable in my double-doored room.   Apparently, he was an old man who kept pulling out his IV's so they finally strapped him down and well, understandably, he wasn't happy about the situation AT ALL.    Can't say I blame him.  It brings up all sorts of questions of patient's rights that I tried not to ponder too much,  which in the end isn't too hard when your busy sponge bathing yourself against a fever of 103.2.

Yup.  That temperature is what landed me in the hospital and quite honestly, I probably should have gone in five or six days earlier when the fevers started but, well, with features like screaming neighbors, blood draws at all hours of the day and night, etc, etc,  St. Vincent's doesn't quite have the allure of say, the Ritz.   However, I am feeling somewhat better and maybe next time I'll recall this as I ponder my options.   Or better yet, maybe there need not be a next time.  

Some of you kindly wrote your favorite remedies for constipation--many of which I have tried--and I thank you for taking the time to share.   I realized that my bowel movements seem to ebb and flow of the antibiotics.   Change the antibiotic, change the bowel movements.    This is somewhat comforting because I was really beginning to wonder if my organic body was beginning to shut down from lack of movement.   After the last few days, I'm not worried about "movement" anymore...now the issue is "soreness" and dehydration.   Ahh, the fun.

I'm glad to be home that's for sure.