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Jul. 2nd, 2007 11:02 amI went to visit my auntie's mother is in the ICU last night. Her kidneys started failing after her hip operation, so she's drugged up and hooked to about twenty different IVs and vital monitor thingies, plus an oxygen mask.
She was actually talking a bit while I was there, which is more lucid than she usually had been. Apparently she was cursing in both Hungarian and English before I got there, and she worked up the strength to ask for water and then muttered something like 'hijaa', which apparently means 'be quiet' in Finnish. My auntie says she probably won't remember most of it when she stops being so delirious, thankfully.
There was also a rather odd incident where one of the nurses (who was apparently in a Christian group that gives out toys and such to children and the elderly in hospitals) gave my auntie a Lamb Chop plushie as a cute reminder about how we're all the lambs of God and are loved by him. Very comforting...if you're Christian. My auntie's mom happens to be Jewish, so my auntie thanked her kindly and quietly removed the Jesus tag around its neck before giving her mom the toy. It's quite fluffy.
I did my time in the hospital a few years back and stuff like that doesn't really creep me out, but it was still a little terrifying to think that one day I might be like that, weak and whispering in a hospital bed. Provided I don't die of a porn overload first or something, of course. S'kinda creepy.
EDIT: I had a piratefic.
She was actually talking a bit while I was there, which is more lucid than she usually had been. Apparently she was cursing in both Hungarian and English before I got there, and she worked up the strength to ask for water and then muttered something like 'hijaa', which apparently means 'be quiet' in Finnish. My auntie says she probably won't remember most of it when she stops being so delirious, thankfully.
There was also a rather odd incident where one of the nurses (who was apparently in a Christian group that gives out toys and such to children and the elderly in hospitals) gave my auntie a Lamb Chop plushie as a cute reminder about how we're all the lambs of God and are loved by him. Very comforting...if you're Christian. My auntie's mom happens to be Jewish, so my auntie thanked her kindly and quietly removed the Jesus tag around its neck before giving her mom the toy. It's quite fluffy.
I did my time in the hospital a few years back and stuff like that doesn't really creep me out, but it was still a little terrifying to think that one day I might be like that, weak and whispering in a hospital bed. Provided I don't die of a porn overload first or something, of course. S'kinda creepy.
EDIT: I had a piratefic.
