Saturday, April 16, 2011
I stole Jell-o from a little old lady in the hospital... and I'd do it again.
But hear me out anyway and I'll try to defend the indefensible.
It all started while I was a patient at the hospital in Edmonton. After my surgery and after all the nausea from the anaesthetic had worn off, I was feeling pretty good. I had lots of energy, which ended up being a good thing because my room mate was a serious night owl. Well, actually, her kids her night owls who always came to visit after work and stayed until well after midnight. Her husband came to visit around 11 and stayed the entire night.
This little old lady was having a difficult time. She was weakened from her surgery and wasn't moving around very much. She insisted that all her medication be crushed up in apple sauce in order for her to get all those yucky pills down.
One evening, the nurse came in and announced that there was no apple sauce to be had on the ward, so she crushed the pills up into some Jell-o.
It turns out that my room mate had never tried the awesome healing power of Jell-o. So she was apprehensive at first. But she finally ate it all up and from that hour forward, she could not stop proclaiming the deliciousness of said gelatinous substance. She told both her daughters when they came to visit. She told her husband. She proclaimed it to the meal services lady (who she had an in with because after that evening, there was Jell-o aplenty for roomie in the ward fridge).
So fast forward to the next day. I was feeling terrific. I even posted a blog about feeling terrific. I even mentioned that I was going to go on a hunt for some Jell-o as I had not had any yet. What kind of hospital doesn't offload as much Jell-o on a patient as humanly possible? Sheesh.
The nurse gave me the go-ahead to go to the fridge and pick out some Jell-o. So I shuffled my way over there and opened up the fridge door. I saw tons of Jell-o in every colour in there. But they all had names on them. My name wasn't on any of them. So I shuffled back to my room Jell-oless. :(
My sister, her husband, my brother, and my dad all came to visit me that afternoon. I told them about the Jell-o. My nurse overheard and said that I could take any Jell-o out of the fridge, name or no because most of it belonged to patients who would never eat it, or who have been discharged already.
My sister asked what colour I would like and then went to the fridge and took the yummiest orange Jell-o out for me. I eagerly ripped off the lid and dug in. It was delicious.
In my eagerness to eat this lovely treat I had discarded the lid on my side table. I later took a look at the label on that lid. It listed the name of my room mate! ACK! I had stolen her precious orange Jell-o! After she proclaimed to everyone who would listen how wonderful it was.
Remorse? Not really. That Jell-o was awesome!
Sharing this dastardly deed with the forgiving folks over at All Work and No Play Make Mommy Go Something Something.
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