Scribbles in the Hospital

So I found some notes that I took while I was in the first couple of days of hallucinations in the hospital. Smart of me to have written what I wouldn't remember, right?

The doctors confronted me about drug abuse. They also asked Robyn. When I told Wahaba about this, he said they asked him the same thing when he took me in for my other surgeries. They put me on double doses of six different kinds. They think that since I'm resistant to the drugs they gave me, I must have used them already and built up an immunity. And I don't even drink alcohol. Hmm.

Oh, and when they were administering some of the drugs, they were afraid I was going to go into arrest, because my blood pressure was dangerously low (which is weird, 'cause the drugs made my heart race uncontrollably sometimes). So they were trying to scale it back, and I was ordering them to give me more, and "the real stuff". They told me the dangers and I said, "I am willing to take that risk". Good thing they listened to a doped-up patient and gave me more. Man, that surgery hurt.

They also didn't have any water in the hospital. So the nurses would often ask, "Did you drink any water today? No? Why not?" I'd never really get why they thought my answer would change if I was confined to bed and they weren't bringing me anything.

Also, I'm lactose intolerant, so I am wary of milk, cheese, yogurt, etc. Most of the meals involved milk, and one was only milk, cheese, and yogurt. I'd tell them that I couldn't eat that, so they'd just take it away and not replace it. Or if they did replace it, they'd make me trade away juice for bread. So then it was a choice of whether I wanted to keep the only liquid around, or if I wanted to eat. Those were fun times.

So yeah, I'm glad I wrote that all down when I was in the midst of it all. Who doesn't love going to the hospital?

Oh, and I went yesterday to get the stitches out at 11AM, so of course the doctor didn't show up until 2:30PM. And they didn't take all of the stitches out. Yippee.