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The next day life started early again in the hospital. 5:30 AM: Check on my drains and urine. I did not drink enough: The urine is dark-colored. Bloed pressure and temperature were OK.
I did not feel good. Couldn’t sit nor lie, every change in sitting position hurt me. As long as I stayed motionless I felt sort-of OK. At 7:30 a new cornucopia of pills was brought. OK, OK, I take them…
Later in the morning the doctor came to have a look at me. He was very satisfied with the result. Personally I was not so enthusiastic: the operation area was all swollen and purple, but apparently it was supposed to look like that.
The days were long and boring. I could not do anything, could not get out of bed, could not eat. I did have to drink, but it was even difficult to attract the attention of the nurses to have my glass of water filled. Really I am not too lazy to fill my own glass, I just could not do it myself! Finally the nurse promised me the caterer would bring me a large can of water. But when the caterer finally arrived, she was without water!
This made me upset, but I still tried to make a joke of it: “There is no water? Why? Is the kitchen closed?” But that joke did not work very well. Now the catering lady was angry and insulted.
Well, I decided to handle the situation myself. I called Julia and asked her to go buy some mineral water in the shop and bring it on the next visiting hour. I can’t help I have to say they are not taking good care of the patients here if you even have to import your own water! When it comes to sending bills they act a lot more quickly…
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