When Mary Jo was here today, it was the best opportunity to talk about my thinking my chair has had plastic surgery and has a new owner. I was in this old heap but I could points out the parts and whatever or draw on paper what I had seen.
Just before that I had called 4-West, where I was recuperating, and they knew me and I asked about my incision and the staples, as one place is redder and more tender. She would pass it on to the right person and have them get back to me.
(Pre-info) Michelle was one of a pair that I'd met at the hospital in 4-West. She and Shona were "my pair". They had spoken with me about after care, but they (Michelle) had done this on May 30-31. She said I was Groggy. GROGGY? I remember nothing and they were planning on sending me home because I said (apparently) I wanted to go. (THAT would have been an horrendous error.)
About dinner time, Michelle called and we talked about the incision, BUT...... she said "Good News, maybe. We think your chair has been found. It was apparently sent somewhere for repairs." (That means ICBC can move forward faster)
SO..Here is the deal. It's mine and I have already sat in and used the one I think is mine. If they are one and the same, then Mary Jo passed on the Word to Michelle. If it is mine and doesn't look like the one I used, then the Drugs were really at work and I hallucinated about that and the "something illegal in Denmark"!
I hope whatever way we would bet, that K.G. Hospital did not try to pull a fast one.
Then we have to say how hallucinogenic I was.
I'm taking Tylenol 3, but am not as mixed up as I was at the hospital.
Izzy
