The love of my life is in the hospital again. He has a bone infection this time. When they release him, hopefully tomorrow, he will be in for 6-8 weeks on intravenous antibiotics. Thankfully they can put a pick in his arm and a nurse will come to the house every morning to administer it. The last time he was on something like this he had terrible side effects from the medicine. I hope this time will be different. He's been through so much!
Going to the hospital the last few days has brought me to the conclusion that I hope I die before I get sick. I listen, watch and see it's a place I don't even want to visit. It's dirty. And the poor staff are so overworked they don't have time to really get to know the patient enough to care. They're so detached. And they seem to have no sense of urgency.
Earl's first room mate had a mental issue. He'd holler out things like praise the lord and glory be the lord, and was never left alone. I wondered if he was dangerous and eventually they moved him to another room. Yet we could still hear him yelling and singing out. His next room mate was a young alcoholic who was warned he was killing himself.
The third man they moved in the bed next to Earl was violently sick. It made me sick. Poor guy was begging for a nurse to come help him so I finally went to the nurses station to let them know. By the time I got back to the room the smell almost knocked me over. I felt so bad for Earl. So I went back to the station and asked for some air sanitizer. I was told they aren't allowed to use it and that the smell would go away.
I just glared at the unfeeling woman. All this was happening during dinner time. I wanted to drag her ass down to the room and stick her nose in it. So I dragged Earl out into the hallway and found him a chair while someone cleaned up the room. Praying he doesn't get sick before he comes home.