Well, today was the day that I hopefully would get to go home if my doctor
agreed that I had done my time well. I woke up early to beat my butt-hole and
mean to his wife roommate to the bathroom to take a cowboy in the sink. I did
not want to go home stinky. I traded my hospital issued yellow pajamas for my
own sweats just to show a bit of confidence in myself in being released that
day. We were finally served a decent breakfast that included eggs. I received
my last round of stomach shots for blood thinning and was disconnected from the
morphine drip -- yea! Physical therapy was a breeze especially since it was
hopefully going to be my last session in the hospital.
Lunch was also pretty decent and consisted of a hamburger that did not taste that bad. Next came the moment of truth, the doctors entered, checked us both out and determined that I would be going home but not my butt-hole roommate that was mean to his caring wife. Man he was livid as he stated to the doctors that he had things to do and had to be home that evening. The doctors did sympathize with him but were deeply concerned about his heart rate which was elevated. And given his elevated age -- early 60's -- they knew that they would also be taking a huge risk of being sued for negligence if they sent him home with an elevated heart rate. I hate to say it but I thought that it was funny given the fact that he had been secretly competing with me the entire time we were there including also putting on his going home clothes earlier that morning. Well, that egomaniac proceeded to challenge the doctor's ruling several times; they just left the poor bastard hanging.
I was there for another few hours as I was awaiting my ride to show up from Fayetteville, NC. My roommate continued to complain about not being released so much so that they had another doctor come in and check him out -- he still failed the heart test. He was still complaining when I left at about 3 PM. I guess I won that unofficial contest! Before leaving, one of the nurses gave us a cute little pink pillow that she makes for patients that I later lost -- crap. In addition, somehow I left the hospital without my winter coat, house keys, and ID as well. I was still heavily sedated and moving in and out of reality versus fantasy. I did remember to go to the pharmacy on my way out to get my drugs a.k.a. happy pills which included morphine and very powerful aspirin. It took about an hour to get home and for me to realize that I left my house keys at the hospital. My neighbor was nice enough to give me the number to the leasing office to contact maintenance to let us in my townhouse.
This is when things became very weird concerning my long-time Army buddy's wife. She began to antagonize me for no apparent reason by bringing up people that I did not like or care too much for good reasons including her grown son. She also began to play a head game with me which left me answering her like I was a child. I am convinced that she was indeed possessed by the devil himself and that her only purpose for being there was to make me even more miserable. All the while her husband was true blue to the cause and did everything possible to make me feel as comfortable as possible given what I had been through. That may have been due to the fact that he had the same surgery a little over a decade ago and he was familiar with the mental and emotional state that one is left in upon clearing the hospital.
He unloaded and assembled all of the equipment that they gave me at the hospital which included a chair for the shower, and portable potty. He then helped me upstairs, and was very patient and understanding of my mental and physical state. He also removed all of the potentially dangerous traps like rugs, cords, etc... ; From my floor to keep me from tripping and falling. His wife tried to help -- I guess -- by removing and folding my life-sized cardboard cutout of Fred Flintstone, who I have had for nearly fifteen years, from my stairwell. I say that I guess she tried to help but deep down inside I know in my heart that she was just looking for an excuse to get rid of him because she complained about him being around during her last visit. Her husband and I trained and graduated from Jump School together in Columbus Georgia in 1979, ended up being station in the same Special Forces unit at Ft. Bragg, NC -- near Fayetteville -- completed many jumps and training exercises together, and I was present when he met his wife.
The next morning they got up, he helped me to my feet, and they left later that morning not before his wife threw in another cheap shot about my personal life. Man she was mean and kicking me while I was down -- I will never forget that!
Lunch was also pretty decent and consisted of a hamburger that did not taste that bad. Next came the moment of truth, the doctors entered, checked us both out and determined that I would be going home but not my butt-hole roommate that was mean to his caring wife. Man he was livid as he stated to the doctors that he had things to do and had to be home that evening. The doctors did sympathize with him but were deeply concerned about his heart rate which was elevated. And given his elevated age -- early 60's -- they knew that they would also be taking a huge risk of being sued for negligence if they sent him home with an elevated heart rate. I hate to say it but I thought that it was funny given the fact that he had been secretly competing with me the entire time we were there including also putting on his going home clothes earlier that morning. Well, that egomaniac proceeded to challenge the doctor's ruling several times; they just left the poor bastard hanging.
I was there for another few hours as I was awaiting my ride to show up from Fayetteville, NC. My roommate continued to complain about not being released so much so that they had another doctor come in and check him out -- he still failed the heart test. He was still complaining when I left at about 3 PM. I guess I won that unofficial contest! Before leaving, one of the nurses gave us a cute little pink pillow that she makes for patients that I later lost -- crap. In addition, somehow I left the hospital without my winter coat, house keys, and ID as well. I was still heavily sedated and moving in and out of reality versus fantasy. I did remember to go to the pharmacy on my way out to get my drugs a.k.a. happy pills which included morphine and very powerful aspirin. It took about an hour to get home and for me to realize that I left my house keys at the hospital. My neighbor was nice enough to give me the number to the leasing office to contact maintenance to let us in my townhouse.
This is when things became very weird concerning my long-time Army buddy's wife. She began to antagonize me for no apparent reason by bringing up people that I did not like or care too much for good reasons including her grown son. She also began to play a head game with me which left me answering her like I was a child. I am convinced that she was indeed possessed by the devil himself and that her only purpose for being there was to make me even more miserable. All the while her husband was true blue to the cause and did everything possible to make me feel as comfortable as possible given what I had been through. That may have been due to the fact that he had the same surgery a little over a decade ago and he was familiar with the mental and emotional state that one is left in upon clearing the hospital.
He unloaded and assembled all of the equipment that they gave me at the hospital which included a chair for the shower, and portable potty. He then helped me upstairs, and was very patient and understanding of my mental and physical state. He also removed all of the potentially dangerous traps like rugs, cords, etc... ; From my floor to keep me from tripping and falling. His wife tried to help -- I guess -- by removing and folding my life-sized cardboard cutout of Fred Flintstone, who I have had for nearly fifteen years, from my stairwell. I say that I guess she tried to help but deep down inside I know in my heart that she was just looking for an excuse to get rid of him because she complained about him being around during her last visit. Her husband and I trained and graduated from Jump School together in Columbus Georgia in 1979, ended up being station in the same Special Forces unit at Ft. Bragg, NC -- near Fayetteville -- completed many jumps and training exercises together, and I was present when he met his wife.
The next morning they got up, he helped me to my feet, and they left later that morning not before his wife threw in another cheap shot about my personal life. Man she was mean and kicking me while I was down -- I will never forget that!
