Daily Cookie

July 25, 2007, 2:12 am
Filed under: Sanity

I just got home from visiting my¬†cousin in the hospital.¬† We spoke on the phone yesterday and she told me she was on her way to a doctors appointment.¬† I am thinking gyno, check-up or maybe even a little microdermabrasion.¬† Well that’s at least what my beauty doctor tells the monkeys¬†who is phoning when she calls my office to confirm my appointments.¬† Which basically sums up the difference between me and Susie.¬†¬†But never did my smart,¬†reserved¬†and¬†sensible cuz¬†mention she was not feeling well.¬† In fact, when I hung up with her I was wondering why she seemed so distant and was being¬†a little missy pissy.

She has been sick with¬†poop soup since July 2nd.¬† I would have thought great diet and what perfect timing for bikini weather.¬† Susie, on the other and much more practical hand, thought maybe its time to get checked out.¬† My Mom called me this morning to let me know what was going on.¬† They ruled out all the “bad” stuff and were now holding her for observation and to run some more tests.¬†¬†I knew she hadn’t planned on checking herself in, so I assumed she didn’t have the right stuff.¬† I phoned her to ask if she needed any of the essentials – rag mags, music or good underwear.¬† Stressing¬†the good underwear.¬† Susie is single¬†so her undies¬†should¬†either be¬†doctor neutral¬†or doctor friendly depending on the¬†datability status of the doc.¬† It made her laugh. But of course I was totally serious.¬† ¬†¬†

I ran home after work, made a quick dinner (yep I can bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan), grabbed my man (who I have to  say despite his major jetlag came along willingly) and made it to the hospital a whole half hour before visiting hours were over. 

You have to understand my family – or any Italian family for that matter.¬† We do everything together, there is always a crowd and its always noisy.¬† We talk over one another and just get louder to be heard.¬† Hospital rooms, and shared hospital are no exception.¬† Welcome to Room 412 A (she had a roommate). Had being the key word here – more on that in the next paragraph.¬† My Mom, Dad, Aunt Jubes and Uncle were all crammed in one half of the room.¬† Enter Mike and me.¬† Noise level immediatley went up.¬† My Mom told me she didn’t like my hair and it “wasn’t my best look.”¬† Of course everyone else piped in too.¬† I guess doo rags are not in fashion in hospitals these days.¬† Note to self – make blow out apppointment for later this week.¬† Note to monkeys – say its a doctors appointment if anyone calls.¬† I hopped in bed with Susie and actually sat on and almost yanked out¬†her IV.¬† Oops sorry but can you please move over.¬† I then proceeded to tell the tiny room¬†my escapades in Nantucket. We all laughed.¬†¬†Both Aunt Jubes and¬†Mom are nurses – we know how to cheer up a room.

412B didn’t really appreciate my bedside¬†manner.¬† Poor thing got up, dragged herself out of bed and left¬†the room.¬† That’s when my Aunt decided to tell¬†us that she was in for splitting migraine headaches and was scheduled for a spinal tap.¬† My Mom responded with well that still gives her no right to be pissy.¬† That’s my Mom – always sticking up for us.¬†¬†She proceeded to also say that if she came to her pain center tomorrow, she would give her a little extra pinch.¬† We all laughed again and this time even louder. Well why not, we had a private suite at this point. B checked out.

Susie is going to be fine.  And I hope her ex roomie is too.  Mom, if by some chance you do get this girl as a patient tomorrow, try and be nice.  All together we can be overwhelming and enough to make any girl a little pissy.

Feel better Susie! Love, your cousin.