What the heck, you ask? I have no idea, but those not-drawn-to-scale animals have been keeping me company.
That first night I was here, Monica came with Kevin when he brought me the necessities for my unplanned stay. She looked at the wall and said, "Is this a Catholic hospital?" I told her that it was, and asked what made her ask. She said, "Because of that cross, and that looks like an old clock from a church."
Another thing to consider, if you wonder what amazing things abound in this room, is this:
I have, at my disposal, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, a VCR! Don't go hatin'. You can't all be me.
This is my view, which reveals another section of this enormous hospital:
There is nothing wrong with this. The problem is that pterodactyls keep flying by the window, scaring the CRAP out of me. OK, maybe they're pigeons, but they look HUGE out of the corner of my eye. One actually hit the window earlier, and I nearly soiled the bed. TMI? Too late. You can't un-read something.
Finally, the giant gift bag that was dropped off by a mystery delivery lady yesterday. Kevin stopped by after work and added to the bounty. Even after I indulged in a bit of sweet/salty last night (potato chips and chocolate could join forces to rule the world,) all of this is still left:
It has been quite handy to have these items at my disposal, since a few of my meal choices have been questionable at best. Mmmm. Junk food.
OK, here's to going home tomorrow. Here's to higher white cell counts. Here's to a decent night's sleep. Here's to potato chips and chocolate! Oops. How'd that one get in there?