Good news.

Good news! My hair is ridiculously soft today. It's never soft in the hospital. That's all for good news. I just wanted to report something great. Well wait, I also got a TV for my room to hook up my Playstation so I can play my games and watch my movies. So that is also good news.

My respiratory doctor came in earlier and said there was really nothing that different. I'm waiting for my 10 AM meds, and it's nearly 11. Maybe I'll remind my nurse about them in front of a doctor. That'll show her. She isn't the most competent of the nurses that I have, and competency is a good quality to have as a nurse. I just figure the patient shouldn't have to remind the nurse to give them their medications. Oh well. Strike one. You have two more chances, nurse.

Maybe I will take that strike back because she did tell me in secret that the endocrine docs are making every nurse I have check to see if I am connected to my insulin pump every time they come in to my room. They are checking to see if I am a compliant patient. I guess I will be because I truly don't want another lecture. I wonder if I can refuse a lecture. I know I can refuse medications, but can I refuse a lecture that says the same thing as the day before? Hmmm...

I've decided it may be a good idea to wear a certain shirt that I can hide my pump in so when they accuse me of not wearing it, I can be all, "CHA! LOOK AT THIS, DOC!" Oh life. There are student nurses on the floor. And at first I decided not to have one because I wanted to sleep today and not be bothered, but now I really want one because they are all so very nice. They are only going for a 2 year degree, but they go only on weekends and to one class during the week for five hours. FIVE HOURS. I can't even last through a three hour class. They are brave souls. Sadly, they had already been assigned patients after they were DENIED by me. Stupid me. I can't have one now.