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“We need to work on your blood-curdling scream … ”
Spring [1] and I went to visit Gregory in the hospital [2] tonight. He was
awake and coherent and finally in a proper hospital room; until something
like 5:00 pm today he was stuck in room 7 of the emergency ward since his
arrival. From the explanation there seemed to be a shortage of beds at the
hospital.
On the good side he has the whole room to himself.
Around 9:00 pm the nurse somes in to change the bed sheets. We leave the
room, but it was plainly audible that Gregory was not happy about the
situation, what with six broken ribs and a snapped clavicle. Half an hour and
three nurses later, the bed sheets are fresh and Gregory is receiving the Oh-
So-Blessed Pain Killers. Spring leans over to Gregory and says, “Gregory, we
need to work on your blood-curdling scream. Something that will definitely
tell the nurses to back off!” Greg found that quite amusing.
Fifteen minutes later he's snoring away in drug-induced dreams. We stay for a
bit longer, then head on our way.
[1]
http://www.springdew.com/
[2]
gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2002/12/30.2
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