Dilaudid

Is one of my favorite favorite words. It's also a great song by one of my favorite bands, The Mountain Goats.

As a post-op pain killer, I also have some experience with its greatness, but that was back in the days before they gave you the little trigger mechanism so you could dose yourself appropriately without OD'ing. Still, the drawback of that delivery system as opposed to say, morphine drip, is that if one falls alseep for even an hour and is unable to punch that little trigger every six minutes, one wakes up in really picturesque biblical quality pain.

So we've finally gotten them to prescribe Sherri some Oxycontin so she can sleep without waking up 53 minutes later in The Old Testament. I'm staying the night in St. Mary's tonight since last night was such torture for her. . .those of you who know her best will know what it means that she didn't kick me out of the room to take care of Emma, of whom she is rather fond.

No worries though, Bugsy is safe with her grandparents across the street at one of Mariott's less fashionable but more convenient brands.

FACT: It appears possible to watch an episode of "Friends" on TV every half hour in this hospital from about 5pm to 3pm. Could I BE more excited. . . :P

FACT: No MSNBC either. . .

GW