Tag Archives: Hospital Stories

You’re Not Right

I dialed 911 one afternoon because I thought that I was having a heart attack.  I had been wide-awake for two nights with a pounding heartbeat, but without the shooting left arm pain, the anxiety of the possible outcome doubling the tightness of shoulder muscles and the paces across the living room floor. Continue reading You’re Not Right

Permanent Marker-The Sequel

A continuation of the Roanoke story: down, almost gone, but not finished.

Permanent Marker

The Activity Director and her staff did a terrific job of scheduling creative activities for the residents of the home.  There were dry erase boards at two of the nurses’ stations that listed the activities by day and by hour.  Continue reading Permanent Marker-The Sequel

Snake Oil

I walked into the doctor’s office and yelled “Doctor, Doctor, it hurts when I move my arm like this!”

And my doctor said “Well, you’re just getting old”

That’s her answer.  Every time.  Not matter what my complaint.  “Doc.  Notice how this bone’s sticking out of my shoulder?  Sortta like Quasimodo?  I think something’s wrong”

“Well, you’re just getting…”  Yea, yea, I know. Continue reading Snake Oil