Sleeping…. While hospitalized for pneumonia about fifteen years ago, the doc ordered up a “morning” blood test to see if I could go home. Nothing much wrong by then except being a little anemic.
Normally, the gals used the light over my bed – sort of a “headboard” light. I really didn’t need to wake up much. That morning, though, the phlebotomist switched on the overheads (which, I think, we’d not fooled with) and there was suddenly enough light to perform surgery….
Boots at the Boar Premium Member over 8 years ago
I call shenanigans: you can’t sleep in hospitals.
PoodleGroomer over 8 years ago
I love his casual house slippers.
DanReynolds over 8 years ago
Do I say it? Okay, I will….laughter is the best medicine. There, I said it. Someone had to.
Zen-of-Zinfandel over 8 years ago
Will that help cure frog in the throat?
hippogriff over 8 years ago
Sailor 46Yeah, I was awakened every three hours by vampires taking my blood. I needed every drop to heal.
bmonk over 8 years ago
I never go to that hospital—it’s a real circus there.
Not Again over 8 years ago
Stop clowning around and take your medicine.
Jeff0811 over 8 years ago
That pie would hurt. Baked crust on top? no way. Not much in the way of aftermath either, the crust would contain it all.
SMMAssociates over 8 years ago
Sleeping…. While hospitalized for pneumonia about fifteen years ago, the doc ordered up a “morning” blood test to see if I could go home. Nothing much wrong by then except being a little anemic.
Normally, the gals used the light over my bed – sort of a “headboard” light. I really didn’t need to wake up much. That morning, though, the phlebotomist switched on the overheads (which, I think, we’d not fooled with) and there was suddenly enough light to perform surgery….