So when I got the ICD implanted last year, the upside was that I wasn't expected to show up at an inhumane hours of the day for the procedure. The downside was another type of inhumanity: No food or drink after midnight until after the procedure...which was scheduled for 2pm. So by the time I finally was sprung at 4pm, I would have eaten cardboard if properly seasoned. As a consolation prize, the nurse was nice enough to send me home with a turkey sandwich, fruit cup, and one of those tiny cans of Coke.

>What I'm saying is, at 3:30 AM, I'm usually thinking Crap, I should
>have made more of an effort to get to bed by now, not It's time
>to make the donuts.

Having spent the better part of the last decade working the graveyard shift such that I'm paler than Count Orlok these days, 3:30am for me is "Alright, my shift's half over, time to start actually being productive."

>Then I went back today to pick her up and bring her home, which wasn't
>particularly arduous apart from the bit where they called and told me
>they'd be releasing her in about an hour, and then released her in
>five hours. But at least I was sitting in my vehicle in the parking
>lot rather than inside the hospital. Yes, I would rather do that.
>The only downside is the absence of vending machines.

I'm pretty sure it's now an immutable law of the universe that you're always "an hour" away from being released from a hospital. When they're not waiting on the attending to pay you a last pre-release visit, they're nailing his feet to the floor long enough to get the paperwork filled out. Then comes the wait on the pharmacy to fill the scripts and send someone up to explain them to you, and finally a nurse has to be free long enough to wheel your ass down to the exit. For me, it was 2-3 hours between "You're being released" and "Alright, in the chair."

>I am saying that I've gotten up at weird, weird hours the past
>three days, completely skewed the usual schedule of my meals and the
>accompanying medications, and driven more than 420 miles in that
>period, and I'm vaguely amazed that nothing shorted out and Captain
>Cavemanned me into Unintentional Failure of Filial Obligations at any
>point during the odyssey.
>
>Holy fuck, I'm tired.

Despite my compulsion to joke about everything, I do feel for ya and hope that things calm down for at least some measurable period of time. Zod knows I have so much respect for my family for being patient with my own medical follies these past two years. Go get ya some sleep, my man, you've more than earned it.

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CdrMike, Overwatch Reject