throat is not sore, but nothing seems to want to pass through it. Everything tries to disolve on my tonsils and then threatens to puke itself into my lap at first opportunity. No one seems to thinkj it's a problem.. my mind isn't clear enought to ask WHY are you giving me meals that I can eat, cant' taste, and can't keep down? And why don't I care? I'm not hungry anyhow???
ICU at the Carle Heart Center is like being in a lovely chrome polished sci-fi setting with only the every hansomest, most skilled health profressionals lurking at your every beack and call. One older nurse present at my inconvenient reawakening while lunch was being served. In my "fog" my jerky movement spilled something and I was quickly told I'd have to do better if I hoped to eat before family arrived. Tears! I am not accustomed to any such as that. I decided sleep was a better option.