The inpatient hospital food was such that my mother brought hummus sandwiches to my bedside for lunch every day.
Archives for the Month of September, 2011
Monday, 26 September 2011
Saturday, 24 September 2011
In the hospital they asked me what month it was. The correct answer was July.
I said, “Jodie Foster.”
If the words coming out of your mouth are not what you intend, who’s talking?
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
In the rehab hospital, I graduated to a daylong neuro program, sleeping at home but coming to therapy during the day. Patients in the program were sent to the hospital cafeteria for lunch. My parents saw the lunch and were perplexed. Much of food was bad for you, what the patients probably shouldn’t have been eating: fried catfish, french fries, candy bars. But the neuro patients didn’t mind. We had all lost so much weight. We gobbled down everything and enjoyed it.
Monday, 19 September 2011
I was out for many weeks in the hospital. I didn’t eat much and became really skinny. This period is the closest I have ever been to supermodel gaunt. I now know that it must be very difficult for supermodels to sit on hard chairs. When you are so bony, there isn’t much softness on your rear end. Pity the supermodel.
Saturday, 17 September 2011
I am supposed to sway my right stroke hip like a supermodel struts the catwalk.
Friday, 9 September 2011
In the rehab hospital, I met another stroke patient, an older gentleman. He didn’t seem to have difficulties speaking or have movement problems. However, once in a while his wife would come in and correct certain facts that he had told the other patients. He was not, it turned out, an admiral in the Navy.
Thursday, 8 September 2011
I also shared a room in the rehab hospital with a teenage girl who had tried to shoot herself dead in the head, and missed. She was now in a wheelchair for life, with her head misshaped.
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
Rehab hospitals see the unlucky and the lucky. I shared a room with a woman who went into her office on a weekend. Thieves broke in. They stole laptops and beat her over her head. Because it was the weekend, no one found her until Monday, when she was in a coma.
Three months later, she suddenly woke up. That’s when I met her. She was in a wheelchair and was terribly skinny — less than 100 pounds. She ate lots of candy to fatten herself up. She did not seem angry.