I’m not sure if it’s my Brother Carl’s recent hospital stay or his grandson Colin’s, but something is firing off old hospital memories.
After I had my leg surgery at Saint Joe’s, they didn’t have an available bed, so they put me in this hallway with two or three other patients. The girl next to me was absolutely gorgeous, but was in a Stryker bed (if you’ve ever spent time on an orthopedic ward, you know what a Stryker bed is) as a car accident left her a quadriplegic.
So, I spent a day or two flirting with her (you know, like “If I could get out of this bed, I’d be over there in yours!” That kind of shit. She giggled a lot and seemed to love it.
I finally got a room and got in place. About a day or two later, I asked about the girl (I wish I could remember her name but I have no clue 50 years later).
They told me they were sorry, but she died.
See, and this is why I turn to your site. I want to read the uplifting stories like these. It's like the humor section of Reader's Digest but written by the suicidal intern and hack edited by the foot out the door retiree.
ReplyDeleteHow about the Playboy Bunny helicopter ride?
ReplyDelete@ Jake: "foot out the door retiree?" Ouch!
ReplyDelete@ Reguarly Scheduled Programming: It was a small plane, but one hell of a good memory! Thanks, I needed that!