Lighthouse over Counterpane

[adrian_turtle]

The inpatient epilepsy monitoring is boring and uncomfortable. I had realized I'd be stuck in a hospital room, but underestimated the extent of being stuck in bed. I need to ask for help to get out of bed for the bathroom, and use those excursions to charge my phone or get a different book from my suitcase. After the first couple of days, they moved the pulse oximiter from my fingertip to my toe, making it easier to crochet as well as to wash my hands. I'm 5 days in, currently trying to see what fatigue will trigger.

[Insert image: A couple of blanket-covered feet sticking up in a hospital bed with padded side bumpers. Nearby clutter includes The Bride of the Rat God,, a tangle of very bright blue yarn, a juice box of soymilk, A red light glows through sock and blanket at the apex of one foot.]


Robert Louis Stevenson wrote of a time before videogames:

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I'd watch my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills.

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets
Or brought my trees and houses out
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant, great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of Counterpane.