So my brother-in-law and his girlfriend had a baby yesterday. A boy...cute kid. I went to visit them in the hospital last night and I don't know if it's just me, but I'm very uncomfortable visiting people in the hospital. Hospitals in general just freak me out and unless a limb is broken or I need serious medical attention, there's really little chance of ever getting me in that place. So hanging out there talking to someone strung out on meds and sprawled across a craftmatic adjustable bed is not my idea of a good time. I don't know why that is. I myself have never been in a hospital bed where people needed to come visit me so I don't know what it's like. However, I do know that staring at someone like they're the sucker fish for an hour is not comfortable for me and I can only assume it's no swinging good time for them either. I just don't understand the point of it. I know with a baby it's different because you want to see the newborn, no problem. But when someone is ill or just coming out of surgery, why do we need to visit these people while they are recuperating? Do we really need to see them all messy, stinky, half nude and drugged up just to find out how they are doing and show our support? You can get the same message across with a phone call and sending flowers or a gift basket without the uncomfortable feeling of having to gawk at a pee bucket. Lord knows if I'm ever in that situation I would not want anyone stopping by to chit chat or see how I was doing. You wanna know how I am, call me. If I'm well enough to acknowledge that you're in the room, I'm well enough to talk on the phone. I mean chances are I want to be alone anyway. I get to sleep, watch TV, play with the remote control bed....all kinds of stuff......and then there's the sponge baths!!! Come on don't bug me if I'm there, the damn doctors, nurses and candy stripers will be doing that enough as it is.
So in closing I just want to make one thing perfectly clear. Just because I don't come see your cathetered self all hopped up on goofy pills doesn't mean I don't care....surprisingly I do. Just get well, get out, and let's drink some beers....besides what kind of pussy are you anyway going to the hospital? Take care of yourself like a real man! Practicing self surgery should be common place. Deal with it!!!
Toodles.......
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