::) I thought Barnabas wasn't capable of consciousness during the day, and yet he wakes up in the hospital at 4 in the afternoon? Does this seem incongruous to anyone else?
::) I thought Barnabas wasn't capable of consciousness during the day, and yet he wakes up in the hospital at 4 in the afternoon? Does this seem incongruous to anyone else?
Okay, who the hell added the flame thrower and the "Skating on Thin Ice" and the rest of the stuff I've never had on my posts before?
Is modifying someone ELSE'S posts allowed around here? Will I be finding things I didn't WRITE on my posts next?
Rainey.....who is not amused.
Okay, who the hell added the flame thrower and the "Skating on Thin Ice" and the rest of the stuff I've never had on my posts before?
Is modifying someone ELSE'S posts allowed around here? Will I be finding things I didn't WRITE on my posts next?
Rainey.....who is not amused.
I'm sorry, it just seems so weird with Barnabas laying in that hospital bed in him jam-jams. It didn't bother me when he wore his eighteenth century retirement attire, but just seeing him in those Kresge's clearance table specials was just - well - I don't know. (At least they're better than one of those hospital gowns which allow everyone to see your business when you bend over.) It makes me ponder - did he ever wear jammies when he retired to his casket? Can anyone imagine him heading down those cellar steps, bushy bedroom slippers on his feet, winding an alarm clock and setting it next to the coffin before he closed the lid?
Gerard
Hey Gang,
When you are an overnight patient in the hospital, you learn (rather quickly) to overcome any feeling of embarrassment as a result of some necessary medical procedure.
It's rather difficult for a guy to maintain his dignity when a rather large, middle-aged female nurse comes into your room and tells you to rollover on your side, so that she can take your "temperature." What's a guy supposed to say to the nurse while she's "checking" your body temperature, "Hey, how did the Mets and Yankees do tonight?"
I can just imagine if that Nurse Ratched lookalike came into Barnabas' room to take his "temperature." As the nurse "checked" him out, Mr. B. would probably look at her with an insouciant expression on his face and say, "You should feel honored, nurse, I usually only let Dr. Hoffman perform this test on me."
Bob the Bartender, who shudders when he remembers those mass Army physicals.
Actually, VAM, it's suspension of DISbelief....and much has been required of us already....and we're only 2 days into 1968!!!
Now, I'm old enough to remember 1968, and while I didn't spend much time in hospitals, I'd bet this month's mortgage payment that they never had sheets in those colors in any hospital around here!!!
Obviously the same demented set decorator that picked acid green and day-glo orange candles for the 18th century has been wandering around the Domestic Linens department in the same Kresge's from whence came Barnabas' PJ's. The only thing that hasn't shown up yet (I'm almost afraid......) is the gawd-awful afghan!!
On the other hand, that little white dresser in Vicky's hospital room is currently for sale on page 53 of the latest Pottery Barn catalog....$849!!......I swear on a stack of scripts!!!
Rainey
Dear Jennifer,
I also feel empathy for the wonderful nurses who have to attend to "rather, large middle-aged" male patients. So, turnabout is fair play.
Sincerely,
Bob the Bartender, who wistfully remembers the long ago days, when he still fit into a pair of size 31-inch waist-sized pair of pants.[/quote
Those were the days Bob when i could eat anything and not gain an ounce!Hey i don't mind large patients
sometimes they are nicer than the "skinny" ones!
thanks for thinking of us!
jennifer