16 - Losing my Tamp-Down-Disgruntlement Crown

In my last post, I may have told a little lie. I do not understand the need for a TV to be on 24/7, especially in a hospital room. And OBVIOUSLY I would have asked my roommate to turn it off…except for two things.

One: Due to the ERCP, I am throwing up black bile so it takes time for me to register the TV is running non-stop. Although the tools used in the procedure are little and tiny, it uses quite a few of them. Neither Dr S nor Dr V have confirmed this, but I believe these tools include a flashlight, a camera, pointy pinchers to open passageways and/or get biopsies, and a very small gauge Lionel train.

Two: My roomie is nice. Genuinely nice. She jokes with the nurses/techs and has an easy rapport with the doctors. If I had asked immediately, I know she would have complied. But by the time I am aware we are talkin’ 24/7, I have missed my chance. To ask now will only make this nice lady feel embarrassed and bad.

To put it simply, my first night in Hospital 2 sucks. The room is outside the Nurses Station and there is continuous activity. In Man v. Food, the Man is losing. I am sure there were no drums involved in the ERCP but at 3:00am one starts pounding in my head, beating out the same word in a stiff, staccato loop:

kuh-kof-uh-nee-kuh-kof-uh-nee-kuh-kof-uh-nee-kuh-kof-uh-nee-kuh-koh-uh-nee

Apparently, it does not take much to break me.

Peeps, I am sorry to confess this but by morning I abandon my role as Founder (and Spiritual Leader) of the Tamp-Down-Disgruntlement Movement. When the hospitalist walks in, I barely give her time to introduce herself as Dr L when I start some serious bellyaching:

I WANT TO GO –

Yike! Out of time. More later. As I want to be FULLY transparent one more ‘fession: Even though I was Founder (and Spiritual Leader) of the Tamp-Down-Disgruntlement Movement (Membership: 1 0), I did not actually have a crown.

Might have liked one.