Owell's Funny Farm

Well, there I was, just coming to after the completion of my third brain surgery. As soon as I got my bearings, I became more and more conscious (it gets easier with every surgery. I just had a previous brain surgery a week earlier.) and realized that there was quite a bit of pain coming from somewhere south of the border. They had slipped a capheter in after they had drugged me. Sly dogs. They got me when I wasn't conscious or I would've given them a quite a fight over it. That's something that doesn't get any easier with expierience. I asked my mom to request it be removed. YOU do not ever want to have that happen to you. As you would expect, the hospital didn't play ball on that issue, plus when I got hungry, about an hour later, I ordered a full three-course meal; They show up with jello and water! That is just a travesty of justice!!! Good thing I had friends in the Neurology Department whom I went to see regularly when the neurologist ordered a EEG monitoring (quite frequently) The head nurse was just one laugh after another, they specialized in humor. Well, after my stint was done in the recovery room, that's where they moved me, right back to the funny farm. Later, of course, I turned the tables on one of the staff (who had the same name I do) by ordering chocolate pudding over the phone in a dying voice. The orderly (from the Philipines) couldn't believe I had done that, and exploded in laughter. To sum it up, the hospital recovery room service is ok, the food is average, but the memories are priceless.