Room Fellows

Halleluliah... Peace at last.  The Ambulance came and took my room mate away.

For 4 days I could have put a novel together about the people in this room. Those limb-operated horizontal ones and the people who come rushing to them.

La Nonna Dramatica - Maria. And then someone next to me who made fun of Nonna but then when Nonna left could surely take the prize, the Golden Globe, the Oscar for melodrama itself.

To be fair there were complications following her surgery. And yesterday there was not a dr in the hospital.

The releiving Dr who did come was uncertain about everything but had her turn before the inquisition.

The young Dr today was really onto her case and was very good.

at 3am this morning she was crying as her glands had swollen and she thought she was going to die. I agreed to let particular people know if she died. We then just talked and talked just to keep her mind off things into the morning. She could laugh joke talk and cry like a baby at any point, within split seconds of one another.I perlexed over what was real or imagined but I knew that this woman needed 24/7 attention of any kind on tap.

My feeling was of high drama and i was feeling cheated. Because both these women had nursing and medical staff and their families and loved ones spinning around them.  Everyone!
My own difficulties in being assertive are brought forward.  Not that I would want that kind of attention - it would be my own worst nightmare. I am glad Im healing well and Im not needing any more care than the amazing medical staff have given so often and so well.

But I look at societys resources and see how with all the best intentions for equity its the squeaky wheels and the flashing sirens who rule the roost.

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