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Nov. 11th, 2011

The other reason for going to sleep early when you're in hospital is the absence of convenient late night snackage.

Except for that last wedge of Laughing Cow that I can just reach with Snappy Fred (my grabstick who is getting eyes put on as soon as I get some). But then I'll have to get up and brush my teeth again, which is kind of an effort, curse this silly broken leg. There's also some vanilla slice with my name on it in the patient fridge in the dayroom, but again with the broken leg. Late night snackage in hospital would be much easier without the broken leg problem.

And gosh. I'm having one of those late night moments where you get quite surprised by things that by now should be perfectly normalised. I broke my bloody leg! Fuck!


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Nov. 11th, 2011 02:12 pm (UTC)
so chesse and eyes for fred what size..? I have acess to some... and fred has a name and needs eyes

Nov. 11th, 2011 10:31 pm (UTC)
'sokay, cheese will be addressed shortly. Eyes will be sorted once I'm at home.
Nov. 11th, 2011 03:29 pm (UTC)
Hmmm...is there any way you can leave MORE snacky-type things within Fred's reach?
Nov. 11th, 2011 06:31 pm (UTC)
"I could spoon vanilla slice goo into the spaces within the block of camembert that were formerly occupied by camembert."

IMHO, it is an entirely worthy swop, tho one really needs the icing sugar top of the vanilla slice as well as the yummy custard (they are my favourite pastry, apart from a really good Hedgehog. Some dark brown cakes that some people attempt to pass off as Hedgehog - really! The cake stall at Flinders St station has an excellent one - or did, last time I was there, er, 8 or so years ago).

I must have read one too many English boarding school novels, because this is what your posts remind me of. Oh, and military hospitals don't allow anything as nice as a patients' fridge, and would probably manhandle you back to bed if you dared to get out for any non-medical reason. They were probably all secretly SAS trained before being let out to deal with a group of sick and injured sexually repressed teenagers (which is what we were)
Nov. 11th, 2011 11:44 pm (UTC)
Did you say vanilla slice? Oh god, what I'd give for a really yummy piece right now.
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