Operation IX

Lying in hospital ain't no picnic. Friggin hell, there is never a moments rest. There is food served, it'a the cleaning lady, it's the physiotherapist (for my neighbour), the doc stopping by, the drugs being distributed, the nurses checking blood pressure and temp every 2 hours, bandages being replaced. It never stops. It's exhausting! Having a general health insurance like I do means to share a room. I was squeezed in between an Italian/Swiss woman my age (very nice except she snored when lying on her back) - benign thyroid tumor - and a semi-demented old woman - broken hip - who had trouble holding her urine and was mumbling in her sleep, as well as farting and burping regularly. Delightful. NOT. There is about one meter in between the beds, so you get to know your neighbours much better than you would like. I managed to sleep about 4,5 hours, even though the pain was excruciating. At four in the morning I had to ask for more pain relief, and was given a shot in the thigh. Helped fuck all, but was afraid to ask for more since I wanted the doc to send me home the next day. No way was I staying in that hell-hole another night!