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wireman · 06-20-07, 07:59 PM

You don't get rest in the hospital. In 1997, I had a ruptured appendix and was in the hospital for 8 days. The first three days my roommate was a poor basterd with some sort of terminal illness. Every night at about 10:00 he would start clicking this button that would control his morphine drip. That SOB would click that freakin button so fast and so long that he went through the allotted amount of morph in no time at all. Sounded like he was playing space invaders. About an hour later, he would start moaning like a drunk and soon there after would begin projectile vommitting. Yechhhh. Eventually the nurses would come in and wheel him into the hall so the janitor could fire up some sort of satanic machine to clean his side of the room. I really wished I had died on the table. The fourth morning, I begged the nurses to wheel me into the hall that night. They took mercy on me and did it. I got good sleep until the janitor hit my bed with that satanic machine on the way to clean up the room. If I could have gotten up out of my bed on my own, I don't know what would have happend to that fellow.

06-20-07, 07:59 PM	#12
wireman Sparky Join Date: Aug 2003 Posts: 155 Downloads: 18 Uploads: 0	You don't get rest in the hospital. In 1997, I had a ruptured appendix and was in the hospital for 8 days. The first three days my roommate was a poor basterd with some sort of terminal illness. Every night at about 10:00 he would start clicking this button that would control his morphine drip. That SOB would click that freakin button so fast and so long that he went through the allotted amount of morph in no time at all. Sounded like he was playing space invaders. About an hour later, he would start moaning like a drunk and soon there after would begin projectile vommitting. Yechhhh. Eventually the nurses would come in and wheel him into the hall so the janitor could fire up some sort of satanic machine to clean his side of the room. I really wished I had died on the table. The fourth morning, I begged the nurses to wheel me into the hall that night. They took mercy on me and did it. I got good sleep until the janitor hit my bed with that satanic machine on the way to clean up the room. If I could have gotten up out of my bed on my own, I don't know what would have happend to that fellow.