Hospital Observations

As we have been in the hospital for so long now, I've observed a few things. I'd like to share them with you. I call this segment of my blog ... "What Is With ...."

1. What is with the towels they give you in a hospital? They are about the size of a hand towel and thinner than a sheet of paper. Who can expect you to dry your entire body off with a towel of that size? By the time you get done drying your body off with this little towel, it is actually as wet as the rag you just used in the shower. What's the point?



2. What is with the paging system in hospitals? The nursing station can make a page that every room hears through a speaker in their individual room. Mark and I must've heard the same woman paged on our speaker a million times the first night we were in our room. We kept waiting for the nursing station to send out a page like, "Where the heck is Sarah???"



3. What is with the cafeteria ladies and men that all say the word "dietary" the same way? There must be a mandatory rule that employees of the cafeteria have to stretch that word out as long as possible when they say it. It's a special treat for Mark and me to hear that word three times every day. For example: "die .... ah .... tarrrrr ... ie"

4. What is with the menu that they ask you to fill out with your meal choices for each day? The items you circle on the menu are never brought to you. Instead, you are brought completely different items that you never requested. You wonder when you receive your tray at each meal, "Did they give my tray to the person next door?", because none of the items you asked for are on your tray.



5. What is with the little shower nozzle that dangles down over the toilet in hospital room bathrooms? Enough said.







5. What is with the fold out chairs and couches in the hospital? When they fold out, they are not long or wide enough to fit a person comfortably. You might as well have brought a sleeping bag and slept on the hard floor during your stay. Mark would say that sleeping on the floor (or cramming in the twin bed with me) is better than all of your limps dangling off the sides and ends of the fold-out chair.



One last word to all ... "DIETARY!!!"