Tuesday, June 16:
I thought stabilization would be a good thing. One by one, the tubes and monitors came off as my condition improved. I could finally sit up straight, move around in bed a bit, without the help of two people. After four days of near complete immobility - freedom at last. The idea of being here for a while, as the doctors have implied, was not seeming so bad. Then, I got moved from Labor and Delivery into the busted, run down Ante Partum ward of Pennsylvania Hospital.
It sucks here. Unlike the ward that I came from, I have a roommate (along with her entire family), Mike can’t stay overnight with me, and I have to pay daily for the crappy TV (vacuum tube, with a VHS player- I kid you not) and crappy local-only phone. Apparently, the people next to me are equally disappointed and have no problem voicing their discontent to the nursing staff. Brave new world indeed. Hospital bed rest looks like it could be the suckiest thing that has ever happened to me.
The nurses of L and D, the ward I was hastily dismissed from this evening, were amazing. They were patient, sweet, seemed to know their stuff. I get the impression that the nurses here in APU are, well, less successful at their craft. With a 5 to 1 nurse-patient ratio on a slow day, I don’t expect to get much respect around here. I wonder if they’ll remember to feed me.
Oh, and as I approach day 5, they still haven’t worked out the “bugs” with the “free” wireless internet, deepening my separation from the world. Tomorrow, I demand the window bed. I deserve that much.
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