i'm not a doctor but i've played one on tv

...and it came in handy last night
as the atrial fib/flutter/heart rate gallop sent T
breathless to the ER (once again) with fluid on the lung-- ( right one again/the one that was talc-ed)
congestive heart failure-- sounds very dramatic but we've been thru this scenario
a few times already. we should take a suite.

speaking to the fairly hip nurse,
we found out that Liz Taylor does have her own suite here at Cedars.
it has a lovely sitting room, hardwood floors and a very nice bathroom according to our sources. also a sitting area with a fold out couch which sure would have come in handy last night when we both stretched out on his bed, pretending to ignore the beeps and whistles and soundtrack of all night hospital life.

he pee-ed out two and 1/4 of those ample little thermos bottle things and he was admitted and now rests (yeah right) captive in the north tower
until they can get his heart rate under 100 again
so he can breathe, and then move and then head to the cancer surgeon
and then figure out what the next thing is. ah life.. and its unravelings...

so, once the hip nurse went home about midnight, the second neurasthenic gal, all bleached blond and square eyeglassy comes in around 1:30 AM and says:
"Oooh, so i see you have mesothelioma. I just love to learn about new things. Like, I googled it, but it didn't come up with anyting except maybe from asbestos, so did you do asbestos ? I mean how'd you get it, like what's it like?"
I raise my head slack jawed head from the bed where it was trying to sleep, eyes glazed
ready to strike when the gracious Mr. T begins nicely explaining to her the ins and outs of his Voldemort foe. And I try to give her the high sign by saying:
"Well, maybe it doesn't bear a great deal of conversation at the moment...... ( beaming beaming "cause it's gonna kill him, asshole) but she says,
"Oh yeah. Right. I guess it's over, huh?" and then turns pertly and exits stage left.

who is writing for ER these days, House, maybe?
we want credit for that little interchange.

i guess she thought about it a little 'cause she returned a few minutes later
with some injectable drug, saying
" Ooh , hope i didn't offend you. i just think all these diseases are so cool and we don't see a lot of that stuff. mostly not working guys around her, y'know. but i hope you're cool"

And T, to his credit, said something like "Well, i may not be the best educational resource for you because the fucker is killing me at moment."
She exits.
Words fail us

"Well i guess i'll read about this one on the blog," he says. And we collapse in laughter.

By the way , the view from his room over the hills at bout 5 AM-- when the sun is just beginning to peak- is actually very beautiful.
he's sleeping and i'm going home to do the same.
xxoo
s