So I go to the ward. I wanted a class 3 bed but they were all full so I settled in the class 2 bed. People recognized me and ask why I am back, so I say I'm leaking CSF.
I then get the standard issue green uniform. One size fits all, meaning for me the pants are huge as well as the top. What to do. Once warded I knew I will get the standard issue plumbing, the IV line. I hate that thing and still do and will do till the day I die which hopefully will not be for a long time. I do admit that the pain is less than the pain of getting juice through the IV line after it has been buried in there for a few days.
You also get a complimentary name tag so you don't forget who you are.
Then the a doctor came with the stainless steel bowl/tray. I knew what that meant. It's usually something involving needles. But I already knew that it's gonna be the plumbing. So it was that I got the needle stuck behind my hand. I closed my eyes because it actually hurts less.
I got admitted at 3pm. I fear that it might be enough time to meet my old nemesis rocephine. The day wears on and no sight of rocephine. Woohoo I survive a day.
