Reporting LIVE from Glendale Memorial Hospital - 11:30 PM update
So a lot of people always complain about friends who tweet or post about the 'wonderful' sandwich they
just had or how great that foot massage feels (while they're getting it), and
I’ve never seen the appeal of reporting in from the supermarket line or the
And then here I am, in the
cardiac ward of the hospital on one more Saturday night, and I thinks to
myself, "Well, why not?"
So I’m here to tell you
that the food is somewhat adequate and too salty (!)...But the people here are cool and
helpful and great in pretty much every respect.
Had a nap for like three
hours in the ER after they told me to forget getting any morphine. Like they
stopped all attention when they realised I wasn't gonna croak on the spot, so I
had all that time to snooze.
Because of that, I was
keyed up when we got to the CW... thinking, "Well, my doc says I should
get exercise every day, and I just had that nap."
So here I am taking a
stroll around the floor, like on my seventeenth lap when this charge nurse
pulls me over for speeding!
Yah, I was shocked too.
"Too fast?" says I. "How can you tell?"
She points to the monitor on her rolling cart, where my name blinks like a "Don't Walk" sign in two-inch-tall red letters – then swings that accusing finger to
the transponder slung against my chest.
"Heart rate's over a
hundred," says she, "so get in the slow lane or I’ll run you
in, pal." (Parts of this exchange might not be verbatim. Your mileage may vary. Contents may have shifted. Objects are closer than they appear.)
Just got me a nightcap
(full liter bag of Saline Light - "Breakfast Of Former Champions!") -
Dominic the cheerful orderly guy just brought it in, sans paper umbrella.
"Cheers!" I said,
as I first tasted the metallic flavor hitting my taste buds.
He looked at me slanticular
and smiled: "Sure."
Not sure if that "Signs
of the Times" magazine came from him, but it was an interesting angle to
see the world from.
Moms came earlier and
brought me some enchiladas - she smuggled them in wrapped in an old New Yorker,
so I’m set for now: food and reading. Check. (See accompanying photo, live from
Breakfast will be another
Longing for tacos.
Wistfully remembering the Best Tacos in Ensenada (in Hollywood with Captain Slanty).
Or those ones actually in Ensenada.
Or those ones in Mazatlan: tacos de atun, in a rich tomato sauce.
Or those ones at Hotel Colonial
just south of Rosario with Ric. Or at Perone's on Boulevard Baby Heroes in Tijuana.
Or Tacos Delta near Sunset Junction, where Lucille crosses Sunset.
Or, while we're in that neighborhood, Casita de Campo on Hyperion.
Or Mi Tierra... always.
Yah, it's tough in Glendale
on a Saturday night: yearning for even One. Small. Relleno.
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