Not a Fan of Hospitals... Tuesday, February 21

Yesterday I visited the hospital and was told some unsettling news, my nose is broken and needs surgery.

I knew my nose was broken, I've broken it before, but I argued about the whole surgery idea. Snickers argued with me, telling me that my insurance would cover it but it's not the money that's the problem. I just hate hospitals and see no need for surgery. "Why can't I just put a sock in my mouth again?" I asked him -- that's how we "corrected" my first broken nose a year or so ago. Turns out my nose is broken in two spots, one of which the doctor insists was brought on by two much sparring.

So today I was booked into the hospital and I can already sense it's going to but just so much "fun"... catch the sarcasim there!!! I have two roommates in my room, one of which I've already repeatedly visioned in my head me kicking her in the head or pushing her out the window. I wouldn't actually do such a thing, relax to all you hyper readers out there, but I would love it if the tv remote mute button worked on her! I ranted about her on Facebook so I won't repeat it all here.

Had a funny situation today when another hospital patient recognized me and insisted I sign his book. I was coming out of the bathroom at the time, with pee sample cup in hand, so I rested his book on my cup and gave him my signature.

Booking into the hospital was rather interesting too. Yesterday when I came for my inital doctor's meeting and then today when I booked in, both times I ended up either sitting beside or close to cuffed prisoners. Snickers clued in pretty quickly to the scene but I was a bit slow. The first prison I ran into ended up sitting right beside me and when my nose started to bleed I asked him if I could use his towel that he had. Turns out that towel was hiding his handcuffs. The next day, when I booked in, I sat across from another prisoner but it was a female prisoner and she looked rougher and tougher than the other one.

So here I am at the hospital, stuck using my cell phone for the Internet and turning into a "Words with Friends" game addict. I've got 12 games on the go and still I'm bored.

Hospital food in Korea amazes me, sarcastically speaking that is. You'd think that a place -- a hospital -- that's suppose to nurse you back to health would at least give you one piece of fruit a day, perhaps some juice or even some water and some protein. Soup, rice and kimchi has been every single meal for me here. I get that three times a day. Either the soup or a small side dish usually has a bit of meat in it but barely enough to say it's more than a spoonful so it's hardly a healthy serving worth. I questioned the nurse about this and then juice appeared on the tray of my next meal. I'm pretty sure the nurse bought me that with her own money though. I've been getting Snickers to bring me food -- salad, chicken wraps, milk, yogurt, almonds, and bananas -- but because Koreans are all about sharing, despite him not even knowing my roommates and their families, my food often gets shared among 2-6 other people in the room.

I'm not impressed.