This is today's second post. No big news yet. Nothing more about going home, but now Bill has decided he really wants to get out of here, as they are being completely unresponsive to his requests.
Like two hours ago, he started asking for Tums or something to help him not vomit. Even though he's reminded them, they are ignoring him. It's not that he can't have it. They just aren't bringing it. In a minute, I'm going to walk to the Walgreens down the street and buy some.
Then an hour ago, he asked for cough medicine. Since he has coughed about 450 thousand individual times since I got here, he shouldn't have to ask for it, but he did, and has called in TWO reminders, and they hang up on him and simply never bring it. And he is asking nicely, through his laryngitis (he's still coughing his head off while I'm typing this).
Are they busy, you wonder?
How's this for busy: four of them are standing at the nurse's station talking about American Idol.
Wow. I need to get control of my little snotty attitude! Let's see if I delete the entire above post and write a NICE one about ponies and puppies!
............Nope!
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