Still not much going on , Life in a nursing home is boring ,,, bordering on mind numbing .
Different nurses and or Doctors come in every Monday morning ask questions about how you are doing , questions about you're pain level ,
They then make suggestion's or reckamend things that never get done . Monday The head nurse ,,, The one in charge of all the nurses , The one that tells all the other nurses what to do , Came and sat with me , asked how I'm doing , and did I get a suppository and have a bowel movement this week.
One Doc came in took a close look at my head where i was wounded ,,,, Asked what my surgeon had to say about it ,,,, I told him I don't remember ever seeing a surgeon . He said he would make an appointment and was gone . I didn't get the time to tell him that when i was first wounded ,, could have been the first day ,, When I was going in and out of awareness I remember overhearing two doctors debating on wither or not to do brain surgery or just close the wound and hope for the best .
They always come to ask questions that are important ,,, And that is when my brain has done a disconnect and I can barely speak or even slipped into a catatonic state . Like all Monday though Tuesday , Here it is Wednesday and I am just becoming a where of my soundings . I can remember bits and pieces of the last three days but there are distinct holes in my memory and its as if little or no time has passed . My brain still insists its Sunday .