Funny, that when I was getting evaluated for discharge, they asked me if I was feeling suicidal or something to that effect, and I was puzzled by the question. I said (according to my wife) "I came to the hospital because I thought I was dying. Why would I go and undue all that work you guys did?" I guess that was a good answer.
Then one of the male RN's helped me into the wheelchair and said, "Dude, I love Deep Purple." I was kinda stunned by his comment and he must have noticed my blank stare, but I agreed. he said "You sang like an entire deep purple album while you were here..."
My reply (again according to my wife) was, "Oh holy poop...please tell me at the very least i was singing in tune!"
My RN also told me I kept repeating a phrase, followed by crazy laughter - "Your birthday coming up??? Didn't you just have it??? Where the Intercourse am I??? Whose pajamas are these???"
Several staff members from other floors referred to me as "The 5150" (Meaning Mental/Suicide Detainee) because they thought I was there for losing my mind, but losing my mind was a pre-existing condition not covered by my current health plan...
Then one of the male RN's helped me into the wheelchair and said, "Dude, I love Deep Purple." I was kinda stunned by his comment and he must have noticed my blank stare, but I agreed. he said "You sang like an entire deep purple album while you were here..."
My reply (again according to my wife) was, "Oh holy poop...please tell me at the very least i was singing in tune!"
My RN also told me I kept repeating a phrase, followed by crazy laughter - "Your birthday coming up??? Didn't you just have it??? Where the Intercourse am I??? Whose pajamas are these???"
Several staff members from other floors referred to me as "The 5150" (Meaning Mental/Suicide Detainee) because they thought I was there for losing my mind, but losing my mind was a pre-existing condition not covered by my current health plan...

