Room 630

I had my doctor's appointment this morning and it went so well that I am writing this from the air conditioned comfort of Room 630 at Sacred Heart Hospital.

My Electro-Cardiologist decided that it is time to replace my defibrillator due to a software glitch. They are not really sure on the battery life of my unit, so I guess it's time.

My roommate is named Jay. He's in here for an angioplasty to see what's going on with his heart. As I type this, he is standing near me on his way to the bathroom and talking and talking and talking. He just goes on and on about his business and what he does and misses all my cues about not being interested in what he has to say. I'm typing away here and he is still talking.

Still talking.

Holy Shit! Still talking.

He is not going to stop. I haven't made eye contact with him for a couple of minutes and he hasn't slowed down at all.

Oh crap! I just responded to him and paid attention. Now I'm lost forever. 

There's a pause. Nope! I was wrong. Now he's telling me all about his retirement and all the places he's been to. Jeez! Can't he see that I'm not interested. He just cannot shut it off. 

Jay designs and makes machinery that trims foam insulation on new construction. He is going to tell me every detail of how he built the business. And the machines. I'm going to have to end up being rude to this guy to make him stop talking.

Okay, he's had a stroke so maybe he doesn't recognize those visual cues anymore.

His family is here now so that's keeping him from talking to me. 

I'm supposed to have the surgery to replace my defib sometime tomorrow afternoon. Then I was hoping they would release me and send me home. 

No such luck! Dr Kadel wants to do an angiogram and take a look at my heart. So that keeps me here until Wednesday.

I'll write more tomorrow and as I know more about what's going on.