Monday, June 18, 2018

I hate hospitals

Things have been very tense since Friday.  There are a lot of details that I will spare you readers, but we had a big scare.  So big, I thought I'd had my last conversation with Curtis. He was non-responsive until about 8:00 pm last night.  Completely non-responsive. Things like feeding tubes, life support and hospice were all discussed.  Then things changed...

This conversation took place while Curtis has a C-PAP machine strapped to his face:

Nurse:  Curtis can you hear me?  Can you wake up for me?

Curtis:  I'm awake!

Nurse:  Do you know where you are?

Curtis:  I'm in the hospital.

Nurse:  Good.  Do you know your last name?

Curtis:  (indistinguishable)

Nurse:  (yelling) Do you know your last name?

Curtis: (yelling back) HOLLOWAY!  I want some water!

Nurse:  I can't give you any water unless you stay awake.  Do you know what year it is.

Curtis:  This is some bullshit.

Nurse:  Do you know what year it is?

Curtis:  I'm not answering any more questions until I get some water.

Nurse:  Do you know who the president is?

Curtis:  *&#$&@*) This isn't Nazi Germany.  I'm done.

Curtis is famous for his non-cooperation with the people trying to save his life.  But overall, any day he goes home from the hospital is a good day.