| The_Crow |
06-24-2012 01:45 AM |
So, due to a series of unfortunate timing that started late Saturday evening and continued through Sunday morning, I decided I needed to go to the hospital. The details are not appropriate for this forum but the heated conversation with my father led me to being marked as a FALSE "suicidal" and in the ER I was traumatized twice (nor is that apprpriate to elaborate upon here). I normally lay comfortably in my coat, listen to my ipod, and make last minute phone calls and make a list because I am aware they will take away my cell. I only managed to hold on to two salt packets (those of wiccan spirituality, or watch Supernatural know the value of salt). Otherwise I had nothing, literally nothing.
Once admitted "upstairs" and a few nurses later when I had my clothes back, including my 10th doctor's coat, I managed to find out that my medical doctor and two of the nurses REMEMBERED me even though I hadn't been to "the third floor" since November. They had literally seen hundreds if not a thousand or two people since then, they can't keep the names straight in one night. One of them remarked that I was "special" when I asked if that was a good thing or bad thing.
Moving on topic: I met a (classic) WHOVIAN! Yes! One of my nurses was a Whovian! Even though they didn't have the word back in the day, she had Cosplayed as Nessa, and she remembered "the Doctor with the curly hair and the scarf", Tom Baker, the Fourth Doctor, I corrected her, she rememberd Sarah Jane and K-9 (Adric rung a bell). She also remembered vaguely 4th's regeneration and how she was so mad at first she didn't want to watch it but she got to liking him. I told her that the Fifth doctor was my favourite, and, probably against the rules but on the computer she loaded her personal myspace and showed me her as Nessa and a 4th doctor, a giant Dalek that could fit two people, a K-9... all in black and white, it was adorable, if it wouldn't have breached the whole distance between caretaker-patient I would have given her MY myspace to show her a bunch of my Doctor Who pics and jokes.
She says her son watches it now and "it's some muscular bald guy". I tried to explain to her how that was Mr. Christopher Eccleston, the Ninth Doctor, and about the Time War, but really The Master managed to survive too, and, even Rassilon tried to break the time lock. (she hadn't seen any NuWho so it wasn't really spoilers).
At one point we were talking so excitedly we had to move away from the nurse's station and into the day room to continue our conversation... she was in danger of getting in trouble as much as I was for annoying the charge nurse/head nurse. I did get dismissed to the minute at the end of my 72 hold, though as usual I was ready to go by 24 but my psychiatrist, the person with my keys did not see me at all the first day, 10 minutes the second, the third night he was very iffy and I was his final patient after a long day and he said it was up to my outside doctors to clear me...
... the thing that made it the most difficult was I was trying to be cooperative and whatnot but they were only giving me half of my medication and the first evening I had an hour long panic (very much mucus) attack at 4 AM simply because I normally take about 3 drugs then and they were letting me have nothing. Once I learned their computerized wait system was 6 I made it a little better the other nights and my doctor got the meds right in time for me to leave -_-;
But yes, at one point as I was waking up I heard another nurse commenting on my coat, I suppose wondering if it was appropriate, as I didn't come up in it I was turned down twice before I got a green light on it and my nurse was like "oh it's fine, it's from Doctor Who, this British Sci Fi show!"
Whovians are awesome. (Especially when they can make your life comfortable or hell at their whim.)
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