March 08, 2009 |
a torture chamber, the ICU. my tolerable system of kopfkissen robbed, i struggled to sleep on the first day. after multiple attempts, there were two nurses, one of the young public service guys and an older lady nurse. the young man said that "she wants me to tell you that you can't push your button for us to come adjust your pillow every twenty minutes." stunned, i fell silent. stunned, i fell asleep. awake. there was the time i pushed the button and nobody would come. pain! i need pain shot! pain shot! i can't breathe! it hurts to breathe! please help me! help me! help me! i screamed at the top of my lungs, marginally louder than a whisper.
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