Good golly, this is my first post in a long time. And of course, being me, I have to do it from the emergency room.
I'm sitting on one of these icky sterilized beds that are too white in the pediatric section of the hospital. By law, of course, the room is decorated with ugly fishy strips of wallpaper at the top and there are puke bowls and pee bottles and heart monitors. The pillow on this disgusting bed is plastic and when I lean back on it, it deflates slowly with a funny noise. I had to sit in a waiting room with a bunch of nasty sick people and the chair looked like someone had just peed on it and people were just all around me being disgusting. The toilet seat in the bathroom was covered in pee and I used a giant wad of toilet paper to clean it and I'm still not sure that I used enough and it might have soaked through to my hands. Augh.
In less depressing news, the music that plays around here whenever a baby is born just played twice in five minutes. Twins?
I didn't eat dinner and it is nine twenty in the pm and I am hungry.
This bed crinkles and creaks whenever I move. Have I mentioned that hospitals freak me out so much. But it seems like I'm in here so often.
