Fortean Type Hospital Experiences

 One could say just being in the hospital is weird enough. Especially after spending two weeks in, then a week and a half out, then back in again for another stay of a week. Thankfully, spouse is better than ever all the hell he's been through and things are looking good.

While there -- I spent the nights there with him, as most of each day -- two odd things happened.

The first: deja vu. I had at least three distinct cases of deja vu. I haven't experienced deja vu in a couple of years, at least. It was something I experienced all the time as a child, up into my teens, and then occasionally as an adult.  It was both unnerving and kind of neat in a strange way.

The second event involved tarot cards. While staying in the hospital with my husband, I would dash home to take care of the house, then rush back to the hospital. As I was leaving the house one day, I had the urge to bring a deck of tarot cards with me. I usually carry a mini-sized deck with me but wasn't during that time, and anyway, I felt the urge to bring a larger deck with me.

So I picked up my Tarot Wonderland deck and left.

Later that day, a CNA came in and mentioned the tarot. I said "Speaking of tarot," and pulled out my deck. She said to me "I knew you were all about that, I could tell by looking at you, that's why I mentioned it." She asked if I could give her a reading, which I did. And we had a nice conversation about sage and candles.

I don't know what it is about me that has some people just know I'm "all about tarot" but there you go.

The Real World of Things That Happen

 Been away from the world of the strange. That's not true, things have been very strange. Just not UFO, cryptid, Reptilian Overlord, Giant Preying Mantis strange.

Spouse just got home from the hospital. Two weeks in the place. Heart attack, coded for a full sixty seconds, warfarin (Coumadin) went crazy (safe range is 2 to 3, his was 9), five units of blood given. Then an endoscopy, and colonoscopy prep. That was an exhausting night. Then the docs decided not to do the colonoscopy after all. Then the strangulated hernia operation. Goes in for an angioplasty in a few days. 

I slept every night in his hospital room. Entertained myself by keeping a journal, reading and playing on the phone. Beeping machines, various health care workers coming in throughout the night -- "Wake up, you were sleeping, so we'd thought we'd draw blood/give meds/take vitals" -- anyone who has been through a similar experience knows the drill.

All those jokes about hospital cafeteria food; they're right. Truly awful, downright insulting, although there has always been something comforting about jello.

So, things in the so-called real world have been exhausting and scary but thankfully, he is doing much better. 

Nurses and CNAs are incredible. I am so damn appreciative of their humor, patience, and care. Truly amazing people! Thank you nurses everywhere!!!