It was a good day for the watching of college football. That was the essence of my day. At some point the inmates came up, they brought me half of a chicken sandwich and a bottle of seltzer. There wasn't any lettuce or tomatoe, but it beat the turkey on white bread the E.R. said they could get me. I figured it probably had mayo on it as well. Ugh.
It was late afternoon, they'd left, my room mate left, dropped my seltzer cap onto the floor. I poured the other half down the drain in the sink. They finally came to take me to a room.
It was in their cardiac ward, looked like an isolation room. Which was fine by me. Meant my own bathroom. They started to get me set up. The room was nice but didn't have the coziness factor of the last one.
This is when you get the most amount of attention if you ask me. Hooked up, in bed, one of the guys got the television to work. The channels could only be changed with the up or down button, no punching them in, oh well.
I really don't want to rehash this all. Let us suffice to say I languished there until Wednesday.
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