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Sep. 19th, 2004

Spent tonight in the Emergency Ward at Westmead. Family. Sister. Pneumonia. All a very low level reason to be in hospital, though my sister, with the style that she is known for, relied on people interstate and drunk, and not her family, when she couldn't breathe and was puking everywhere. Like I say: the girl's got issues. Of course, not the kind of issues the recovering heroin addicted in the Emergency Room bed next to her has, but we all can't be that lucky. As a tip, however, accusing your nurses of deliberating not helping and having ugly French sounding names will not assure you the full medical attention you so richly deserve.

Eventually, my sister was wheeled through the twisting hallways and into a room. Four beds: the one next to her was curtained off, and held a young woman with a respirator. Her breath rasped back and forth in an oddly hypnotic rhythm. Across from her was an older woman, asleep. Next to her was Ernest C., an older man with white hair and a thick white goatee, who was, it appeared, asleep. I took a seat in the wheelchair while we waited for the nurse to return, and Ernest tossed and turned and then sat up and began pushing one of his blankets down.

Once he had finished, he looked at me and said, "Sometimes life can just be so tedious."


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Sep. 19th, 2004 06:28 am (UTC)
The major truth of hospitals.

The tedium.

Hope your sister gets well in all senses of that word.

Sep. 19th, 2004 05:07 pm (UTC)
i'm sure she'll be fine in the physical sense.
Sep. 19th, 2004 10:11 am (UTC)
Wishing your sister a speedy recovery.
Sep. 19th, 2004 05:07 pm (UTC)
Sep. 19th, 2004 06:17 pm (UTC)
Glad you and your sister got out of the hospital mostly unscathed. And I am with Ernest on his tedium statement.
Sep. 20th, 2004 04:17 am (UTC)
apparently ernest has alzhiemers, so he doesn't remember a word of what he said. shame, really.
Sep. 20th, 2004 08:32 am (UTC)
When I was in high school I watched this old guy who'd had a stroke (I needed the extra cash and his granddaughter needed a break). I think he was one of the most profound thinkers I've ever met.
Sep. 19th, 2004 07:29 pm (UTC)
Don't know how old your sister is, but my ex's sister was worse - she was a junkie, a pro, and at the end, homeless an malnutritioned. She never turned to the right people either.

But she did learn. She's out of it now. And a greenskeeper if you can believe it.

(The french this is just silly.)

Hope she recouperates fast at any rate.
Sep. 20th, 2004 04:19 am (UTC)
my sister doesn't have those kind of issues, which is good. she's just selfish and wallowing in her own self pity, which is amusing for all of us at times, but the last ten years of it have been a little too irritating. it's not even original self wallowing either.
Sep. 20th, 2004 04:44 am (UTC)
Ten years is a whole lot of wallowing. If she keeps it up much longer, she'll go all wrinkly like a prune.
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