Marge

So I guess every woman in Lethbridge and surrounding area decided to get pregnant in September because over 25 people have had babies in the last 48 hours. What does that mean to me you ask, well that means that I move from my private room on the woman's health ward where I had amazing nurses and a private bathroom to a shared room in God's waiting room.

I know the phrase God's waiting room is kind of rude but seriously I am on the palliative care ward where everyone here has kids older than I am and are at the age in their life where from here they either go into nursing homes or funeral homes.

So here I am in this room who I now share with Marge. Now I know that I wrote before about my lack of sleep in my old room but Marge makes sleep a privilege I get to experience for maybe three hours a night. This woman is on more medication in one day than I have probably taken in my whole life combined and, because of this she needs to have her vitals checked every hour. Day or night the nurse comes in, wakes her up and me in return. Marge also needs help to the bathroom every two to three hours. Now this is not so bad, I mean I feel for someone who is not able to walk on their own. What I don't like is the fact that they have now started bringing a chair to her bed side that she can go to the bathroom in. As much as I know you don't move well Marge, I really don't like knowing or hearing you go to the bathroom two feet away from me and the only thing separating us is an ugly yellow curtain that is as thin as a bed sheet.

So that's every hour to two hours day and night and to add to the list, when Marge is awake she moans and when she sleeps she snores. She snores louder than a bear in hibernation plus she keeps the temperature in the room so hot you'd think she was hypothermic or something.

Maybe the doctors put me in here with Marge to test my breaking point. Maybe they are hoping that this is the push I need to start eating and get me home.