Here it is another Saturday morning. I’m, of course, in my office working. This morning, I’ve been here since 7 a.m. That’s a little late for me. Usually I’m up at 2 a.m. writing but for the last six weeks I’ve been a tad bit under the weather. Wound up in the hospital for three days (that was no fun, believe me!). I would probably have gotten better sooner but the nurses kept coming in around the clock to give me more medicine and to find out if I was having any trouble sleeping, which I wasn’t until they woke me up to find out if I was having trouble.
Why must they do that? Couldn’t they just as easily tiptoe into the room, take a look at me asleep in the bed and determine for themselves I must not be having any trouble or otherwise I wouldn’t be asleep. Why must they wake me up and ask me? It must be written in the Nurses’ Book of Rules or something or other. Bless their hearts.
Otherwise they do such a great job! I couldn’t have asked for anything any better. They were there constantly filling my water glass, asking if I needed anything, fluffing my pillows, bringing me food, etc.
That’s another thing – food. Seems the doc put me on a “heart healthy” diet while I was there. Sucks is all I can say. No salt is basically what that means. Have you ever had “fake” eggs with no salt. Can’t camouflage the taste of that! It’s like eating cardboard. Once I found a stash of salt, however, the taste improved!
Now don’t go snitching on me. I can’t do without my salt – at least a tad bit of salt. I did find one of those little packets of salt and I used it the remaining two days I was there. You would have thought I’d found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Couldn’t wait for the next morning’s breakfast. Didn’t use the whole packet however – only about half of it over the six remaining meals. Not too bad for a salt junkie.
