That one I'm going to write up. I can't really blame the nurses about the form; it appears to have been created in the '70s, before the creation small electronic devices and credit cards. They have to list every credit card, but there are no lines for them, so they repurpose various other lines. There are no lines for anything electronic. The system for retrieving information seems hopeless; I imagine a tiny room in the basement full of teetering piles. I didn't get the name of last night's gloating security person. I realized after he left that don't give the patients copies of the multi-copy forms they signed. I have no idea what happens to patients who are brought in alone and unconscious. Do they lock away everything and refuse to give them their belongings until they leave or do they stand out in the hall yelling, "Free credit cards here!"

The "egg sausage casserole" this morning was 2 inches high and remarkably solid. I showed it to the people who came to take various readings and bring medicines and one literally leapt back in horror, crying "what is that!"

Wow, no one in my history of being involved in hospitalizations has inventoried belongings or not let me or Hubby have them in the room. The cancer center only wanted to inspect any electronics that might be plugged into their walls.

ION, I'm here at work. Holiday and overtime pay! Yay! But I think one of the supervisors got the bright idea to do training today. No, dammit, this is not the opportunity for you to have a captive audience for long, boring training, this is the opportunity for people willing/shanghaied into working to get some quiet time in return for giving up a holiday!

Ugh Ginger, sounds like the night from hell! And I think you're right, security guy must have been messing with you. Strength~ma to you. May there be a good nurse on duty today.

Happy Thanksgiving! Or happy Thursday to those who don't celebrate it. I am grateful for this site and for everyone here.

Happy Turkey (Or non-Turkey equivalent) Day to all you Turkeyists!

I have walked the dog, eaten a protein bar, had coffee, and spent a lot of money online (needed pants, bought them, plus boots, and PJs, and a skirt, and a sweater or two).

Can't decide if that makes it time to have a second breakfast of pumpkin pie or go back to bed.

I have climbed Everest and am tucked 9n my bed, snoozing as I can. My heart rate has finally chilled out, though any energy expenditure is costly.

CJ just checked in before heading to his dad's for the day. Our dinner reservations aren't till 3, so I'm going to snooze until noon and then see how I'm doing.

Feel better, Suzi.

I had a long rant about having to drink Gatorade and my exchange yesterday with the doctor, who contended that Gatorade and Pedialyte were the only things available for the whole electrolyte thing, while I said there must be something else. She evidently took away from that to can the Gatorade order and try fluid restriction instead. She changed my chart, but did not tell me. She contends that she did. I might miss a lot of things, but not a Gatorade dispensation. I'm beginning to understand why some people record everything.

I would have liked to take a picture of my lunch. A mound of cooked carrots filled half the plate. There was also a pile of turkey breast slices, which were painfully dry but at least cut from an actual turkey breast, and mashed potatoes, instant. There are only two vegetables I actively dislike. They are English peas and *drumroll* cooked carrots.

Fortunately, there is real Thanksgiving food in my future.

Ginger, sorry about the carrots. If I were closer I'd bring you something nommy. I like cooked carrots but forget to do that at home. Currently carrots are treats for Jack. I should hijack some of his to cook. But not today. Today is running on the absolute minimum.

Well, sign me on for being pissed off on your account, Ginger.

Suzi, glad you are feeling better.