2015 has been a year of firsts for me. My first time sleeping in an airport. ( Honolulu Airport New Years Eve) 2015 was also the year I learned to swim ( in Australia at Manly Beach, the same beach where there was a shark sighting at the same time) And 2015 was the first time I stayed over night in a hospital.
As soon as I walked into my hospital room, my new home for two days, I realized my roommate had to be from the mountains. Her Stevie Nicks like voice seriously was not quite for a minute during my entire hospital stay. She spent two days talking to every one she knew about her cats on speaker phone on her Iphone. It was like a window into a scary future I could have if I continued my cat lady ways (But without the lung cancer) On my second day in the hospital I found out she was from Lake Isabella, not my mountains per say, but the mountain range to the north of us. (My original intuition of her being mountain folk was correct)
I was really hoping to have no roommate for my hospital stay but it didn’t work out that way.
As far as I can tell my new roommate lives in a trailer park and used to be a smoker.
I know this because this fancy hospital I’m staying in gave her nicotine patches for free! Aren’t those things expensive?! I really don’t know, I have never, ever in my life smoked anything but they keep them locked up with the baby formula at Von’s so I assume they are pretty expensive. Only in the United States of America would they give you nicotine patches for free in the hospital. As it’s our great countries birthday weekend I cant help but think to myself, we are spoiled so rotten in this country.
Workers compensation sent a limo service to pick me from my mountain home two hours from the hospital where I am having my surgery in Los Angeles, so yes, I am spoiled too. But there is no way I could drive myself safely to and from the hospital, especially since it took me much longer to recover from my surgery than anticipated and I came out of the hospital with the kind words from my doctor
“Take the Norco for three to five days until your pain goes away. Do not stop taking it until your pain is gone” So if workers comp insists on sending a limo service for me than good for them.
The Fourth of July is in two days and as I celebrate this glorious country of ours I will celebrate by recovering from surgery with friends and I plan to paint my toenails.
Okay so painting my toenails may not sound like a big thing but I have not been able to touch my toes in over two months! Painting my toes is finally a realistic looking goal after six months of chronic pain.