30 Hospital Stay
The next three days in the hospital involved the usual series of check ups by various doctors, nurses and a nutritionist.
Concerning the latter, I must say that my first “meal” -- Jell-O -- tasted absolutely sumptuous after not having eaten in 24 hours. And following on the heels of that, each and every meal was great, challenging the stereotype that hospital food is so bad. Now that was certainly one benefit of my accident having taken place in Peru, and not the States.
I was on an IV morphine drip, so for the most part the pain was tolerable. When it wasn’t – and I remember Dr. Arias’ counsel, “Don’t try to be a martyr!” -- I had the option to ring for a nurse to administer a direct shot of morphine.
My bandages were being changed a couple times a day. And each morning the thoroughly soaked pillow propping up my foot was discarded. Thankfully, I never did require a blood transfusion.
I now had an English-language book, and could watch CNN news and the occasional movie in English. Life was good.
Concerning the latter, I must say that my first “meal” -- Jell-O -- tasted absolutely sumptuous after not having eaten in 24 hours. And following on the heels of that, each and every meal was great, challenging the stereotype that hospital food is so bad. Now that was certainly one benefit of my accident having taken place in Peru, and not the States.
I was on an IV morphine drip, so for the most part the pain was tolerable. When it wasn’t – and I remember Dr. Arias’ counsel, “Don’t try to be a martyr!” -- I had the option to ring for a nurse to administer a direct shot of morphine.
My bandages were being changed a couple times a day. And each morning the thoroughly soaked pillow propping up my foot was discarded. Thankfully, I never did require a blood transfusion.
I now had an English-language book, and could watch CNN news and the occasional movie in English. Life was good.
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