I was supposed to be on the 4th floor, which is the neurology floor, but they had no place for me. Instead I went to the 7th floor, comprehensive medical or something like that. It also could be called my home away from work.
Behind this curtain was my roommate. She lives in the Pendleton area of District 1 and she just so happened to recognize me. It was nice to talk about the latest homicide that had taken place
just down the street from her house. Oh, and how her nephew had been shot and killed not too long ago. Now I just had to hope that I had not arrested anyone who came to see her....Sadly, she got very few visitors. I kind of felt guilty for having so many.
She saddened me. Because of the lifestyle she had lived up to this point, she was told that she could not have a transplant that she needs to save her life. Again, I realized that I was very fortunate to grow up the way I did. But, it does come down to choices. No matter where you are, you know the difference between right and wrong, a good choice and a bad choice. Sometimes it takes courage to pick the right one, but you never know when the consequences are going to catch up to you.
The right side of my half of the room. I really began to feel a little claustrophobic after a bit.
The view....and my IV. I did get to watch a bit of excitement. One afternoon there was a little fire somewhere and I could see some smoke. Sad that I found that exciting, huh?
People are very nice when you are in the hospital. They bring you things! Here are some pretty flowers from Stephanie and Jen. They also brought me some mints and mini Snickers. Lisa gave me some cookies, magazines and chapstick (thank goodness!). Unfortunately, all the sweets were hidden from me and replaced with Insulin when my blood sugar went up to 278. It was probably the Solu-Medrol they were giving me to try to stop the inflammation in my brain, but I kind of think the Adriatico's Pizza Kat brought me Saturday night may have had something to do with it.
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