The dear roommate. During my hospitalization I was in a 3-bed room down. I got 3 bed by the window. Bed 1 of the cabinets was already occupied with an older gentlemen. The bed in the middle was still free.
My next bed was actually a nice impression. By the evening he showed his true self.
point 22 clock he made his light. Since I'm still me no harm. I was on the phone with Christine to her a good night to be desired.
at 22:10 clock and I put out my light. Then came a text message from Christine yet: "The TV is broken, and only shows a black screen!"
Well, certainly a problem that can be solved quickly. So I called them back shortly.
I would probably not have done that. Suddenly a loud "Does it have to be so loud?" from the next bed over geschallt. "By 22 clock here off the phones and cell phones are not always allowed!"
Since I was not a confrontation, I led our conversation in a whisper to an end.
Still later, the TV worked again.
The next morning at 6:30 clock was already a patient for the middle bed in your room.
A Greek in the company of his wife. According to Stark, he stowed his clothes in the closet. Right next to the bed of sensitive neighbors. The chaotic intern (that's another story) was allowed to perform the enrollment. Somehow could not find the Greek and the trainee but the same communication level. Therefore, the laborious questioning dragged on.
Well, it was followed by briefings by his sister, coupled with the news that he is not as expected but by 9 clock in the OR, but only about 11 clock. What went as far as the Greeks to discussions of why he was then summoned so early. All
not just to please the rest need roommates first in bed He must have sensed
probably worse, because during rounds, he asked the professor if there were no possibility to be moved to another room.
Apparently there was a possibility. Because when I came back at noon from the OR, his place was occupied by another patient.
This was a very cool. Since so were comments like: . A biker knows no pain "May present" I, my name is Winnetou-Kowalski " knows the old joke, probably everyone..
When it then went to the drawing of the bladder catheter, he was firmly convinced that the sister would be fun. What the doctor said that the sister is 28 tomorrow and it be other things more fun would do.
The Greek from the middle bed was still in the OR. But holding his wife's position.
These southerners are already a small people. At least they eat loudly. Smacking and slurping seems de rigueur to belong. This is all the more, the quieter it is in the room (which is rare enough).
I was fresh out of surgery and wanted to take a cap sleep. Since the woman grabs the Greeks, who looked actually more like a typical Italian mom, loudly out of a bag of sweets. But that is not enough. That have not sucked. No, it immediately so that they begin to grind. My goodness, that the pine withstood the added. The cracked bone-chilling.
In between times was the mom in the hallway. Only the cell phone of her husband lay on the bedside table next to my head. The course had to ring the bell. The volume was at maximum. Just a little longer, and the activated vibration alarm would have carried off the table. It was also heard in the corridor, because the mother came storming into the room, ripped the phone on and shouted a loud "Eh?" Into the phone. After a short but quieter conversation, she again left the room. Unfortunately, without a cell phone ...
The caller had probably forgotten what and called the same yet again. The above drama was repeated like a deja vu. The
with the smacking was not until the next day at breakfast. But I found it rather funny. In a restaurant you can not hold any event.
afternoon I was moved to another room. As the professor himself looked after me, I would also like a room for private patients. Moreover, so again a bed for a general health patients will be free.
Great! Again I had a double deluxe room for me alone. The night was fantastic.
That changed this afternoon. I had another older gentleman in the room.
a nice but troubled Lord. Constantly what is he looking at. He has managed to go to seed in the laying of the next room here since his cell phone.
He lies down on the bed, falls asleep immediately, snores a bit, to not quite five minutes after waking up. Then he gets up, goes to the floor and leaves open the door.
Outside there is lot of activity.
So I get up and close the door.
Shortly afterwards, the nice man comes back - and leaves the door open!
So I get up and close the door. It's good when I make a difference.
He lies down on the bed and ...? Exactly: see .
This time he comes to visit but to return to the room.
The leave all the doors.
But that does not matter, because his wife, daughter and granddaughter of my roommates are so loud that you hear from the bustle in the hall any more.
Why should I go to a hospital in the pot? This Rhinelander're sure to have known something bright. At this time of year I have probably also expect that this meeting will be held a carnival, or at least my bed next to a vat with speech.
"wool mer se rei leave?"
Oh, please not.
PS:
I get a little scared. My bed next moves straight to his nightshirt! (It's clock 18:20.)
