Today was the first day since I came to the hospital where I went for a gimpy walk while I was in that place between drug induced fog and too low on painkillers to move. And I noticed something as I hobbled along with an old lady walker. I'm the only person in this section of the hospital that's under 60. No kidding. I was walking slow enough to see into every room, and even say hi to anyone alert enough. And I am being generous, I really think everyone's over 70. Last night, when I was moments from passing out from the painkillers, I heard a staff member say "well, she's only 29!" and the other member sounded pretty shocked. Now I don't mind telling you, it scares the peepers out of me that I'm locked in an old person ward, and I can't move fast enough to pass any of the other residents to get out. I've been here since Thursday, and it seems like the only two places I've been are out of my mind with pain, or totally drugged to the point of not being able to focus. I sure hope they find something on their tests tomorrow (they don't run tests on the weekends apparently), something fixable, because I don't want to go through life in a haze. They did some med switching, apparently the foggy meds could cause seizures (which would just do wonders on my back I'm sure...), so they put me something else, which made my face swell and breathing hard. Now I'm on plain old Vikadin. I'm grumpy, I want a shower but can't stand long enough to get one, today was considered progress because I could walk a couple dozen feet to get some paper to draw on. So what separates me from the old people? Well, that's pretty simple. I have a laptop, and I'm listening to music on my IPhone :P
Any time I end up in places like this, or situations like this (sadly, it's been more times than I care to remember), I feel bad for elder folks. It's flippin' depressing to sit around, day in, day out, with nothing to do, in pain, not being able to shower and always being at the mercy of your nurse. Not that the nurses here are bad, much the opposite, but you get my point. Using a bed pan is just a horrible experience. Having someone help you dress because you can't do it yourself isn't all that great either. At least I can always cling to the knowledge that I'm not 30 yet, I'll be going home eventually. But what do older folks have to think about? esp the ones that are just thrown into nursing homes because their too busy kids don't want to deal with them. I can see why some folks just fade away when they get sent to places with no hope of getting out.
So anyway, back to stuff that's more interesting. I bought these two off eBay. They were supposed to be mint, but the PO had other idea's. Aren't they cute? But they didn't ride well together. They are by Beswick, and about classic size. Does anyone know anything about them? I ordered a Beswick Book, so hopefully I can find out some info on them, but they will be excellent repair projects. And if they aren't worth anything, they'll be awesome glaze projects. Just picture them as wild appaloosa's!! I really like the bigger one tho.
And, while I was out checking in on my mom's house in Ohio, I stopped at a little shop, and picked up some Hr's. Not sure if I'm keeping them, the little foal has toothpick legs that are just waiting to snap. But, these are my fav's of the group (I think I bought 18 or something).
I really like the turning one, he's cool.
This is one of my fav Hr mini molds, but darn if I can't find one that's LSQ. This is the nicest copy I have (I think I have 5 copies) and she's just sloppy. So if anyone sees one that's actually nice, drop me a line so I can snatch her :)
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