Grey's Anatomy is Real! Snow and Pizza Don't Mix

Lung specialist took over, more CAT scans, ultrasounds, no problem found. Time for a bed/room in the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) where the Grey's Anatomy cast resides.

First just let me say: I was in the ICU TWO days before I realized I was in the freaking ICU and therefore I really must be unwell. "What a nice big room they give you here," I thought.

Behind me was (I was often told) a big window. In front of me was a wall of window doors. Looking out I could see holiday decorations galore, "Think Snow," one demanded, HA! Every hour the nurses and staff were complaining about the snow. They sounded (my hearing is superb) angry and concerned about making it out of there, and getting food. Pizza was their desire, but no place was delivering, not even the big pizza chain around the corner.



Now, let me say, Grey's Anatomy (minus McDreamy or Steamy) exists. The constant conversations besides food was who was dating who, who was buying what, whose man was acting up, etc.---plus (I kid you not) there was a linen closet with a cot in it and more than once I saw a male and female disappear inside, too long to get a sheet, too happy to step out...separately.

Oh, maybe I just watch Grey's Anatomy too much. So, I mentioned to the pretty, blonde nurse, what I had seen and heard and she blushed, choked on her guilt and said, "You have good ears."



After that the shades to my room were kept closed, but I could still hear the conversations. Quite entertaining for entertainment in the ICU. (I had a TV, but it was stuck on a food channel.)



At this time I was hooked up to various machines, some so big that they barely fit into the room. I did ask questions, but some people just ignored me, not even eye contact---freaky. My MD is not affiliated with any hospital so he sent his MD assistants. Funny, they all look alike. When the lights went out my body never stopped being interrogated. There was a blood pressure cuff on my arm that tightened every ten minutes. There were cuffs on both legs that blew up tight, then released with a loud "whoose," every 15 minutes. A person stabbed me for blood every few hours. When I got home I was black and blue for weeks. The ICU testing continued for five days and four nights. Oh, my lungs were fine.

More machines, more ultrasounds, many more blood draws, were in store for me. A good friend, with a car and courage of steel, drove partner to visit me. I hated for her to see me so beat up. I had a phone and had called her the first night. She wanted answers, but so far there were none.
My neurologist was a no-show and never even replied to an email I sent after I got home. Grrr
I don't think I slept two straight hours there. But a wonderful event was about to happen,

TO BE CONTINUED...