what type of food are they giving you? (people complain about hospital food sometimes but I've gad some nice omelettes and nut-roasts in some)
3 apples a day...
No, seriously, I take only those
(luckily not too sour), and apart from that my wife brings me all my raw veggies, glasses of beans, nuts & fruits, yogurts, gluten-free muesli, wholemeal buns & dark chocolate from home. - We've learnt to trust no restaurant and no hospital to give me what I need (last example I got cow milk instead of almond milk).
So when the docs & nurses come in they grin ear to ear and say: Ah, yeah, I already know you eat your own food and sleep on the floor. All very agreeable, except one grumpy male nurse that came in griping to his colleague if that isn't unhygienic someone sitting and sleeping on the floor. She answered him: I think he's old enough to know what he's doing. When she went out after him later, she said to me: Don't take my colleague seriously, he's "robust". I'd've used a different word. But actually we didn't clash like I'd expected, he (suddenly) kept emphasizing how much they are out to meet all my needs. Praps he was influenced by the fact that someone in my family had worked on the ward - weirdo turns to someone to respect
- I love being a master of understatement - trickery - trickster. Or by the fact that I'm paying optional benefits out of pocket, to get better sleep by being in a 2 bed room, not 4-6, and not using the bed or food should be getting loads
back if the world were fair
. My new room mate is nice, quiet, considerate and we both like the window open for air and sun. When I made motions to explain all my supp capsules, he said: no worry at all, if I grin about anything it's just I've never seen anything like that before and it's fun seeing how others live.
A few hours ago my wife had taken me out on my virgin wheelchair drive which shocked him when I came back, but it was just so that I can go out 1000 yards instead of 200. I was surprised it was fun for my wife. I felt a bit like Andy in Little Britain being pushed around by a Lou with Münchausen by proxy wanting me to allow to be cared for. It actually wasn't bad, except all the jolts and sitting for my back and sometimes having to hold my "heavy" head. I was surprised that I could actually see more of the world and wasn't used to a "speed" I don't often get to for long. But walking slowly I can see and identify lots of plants around the hospital wing. But I realize I hardly ever give my wife a chance to help me, so she feels useless, powerless, nothing to do. Well the way things are going she might be getting more than she bargained for, which I spose she already long has. But as yet I'm not ready for it.
Reading up Munchausen (Münchhausen) I saw "Munchausen by Internet" for people feigning on forums, sometimes called "cybermunch(ers)" - I first thought why "munch"...
as a German I don't get it as quick, cos we all grow up with the story of that Baron riding on a cannonball and pulling himself out of a bog. After wondering why I don't recall such cybermunchers I realized we have had a few, just they were quickly unmasked in the first posts.