The weirdness keeps coming.

     Foggily I lifted my head.  The room had grown immensely.  There was a pillow on it, I swear that it had the presidential seal on it. I rose, I had to get back to my own room.  Someone came in and insisted where I thought I was going.  Back to my room I insisted back, saying this was not my room.  Upon asking me whose room I thought it was I said I didn't know, but it wasn't mine.
     There was now a television, to the right was a window and a corridor.  A little further was what I thought was an office.  I swore someone was in there in a chair glaring at me.  Mind you I still didn't have my glasses.  I may have suggested that I was in Bush's room.  I just wasn't in mine.  I really thought the person seemed like secret service, didn't seem like an ICU attendant at all.
 "This is your room."
"Is it?  Have I been here all along?"
No answer.
"If this is my room can I get a soda?"
"What kind?"
"Ginger ale would be nice"
"Sure" as I settled a woman, def not a nurse entered to keep an eye on me.  Me?  Well If I was now able to get more than ice chips, Hell it was my room.
I settled down.  Got my ginger ale, sipped it oh so slowly and enjoyed every damned bubble.  They gave me a cola after that.  I asked that I be given another cola and a cup.  On it I wrote, damn the room number I know I wrote it, can no longer recall it.  Something about the better man.  I really thought George Bush somehow had co-opted my room and left me here.  Back into the uneasy unconciousness I slid.
     Less of the dropping through the floor, I think I actually slept.  I remember waking.  The nurse, the one who spoke sternly to me was outside giving my records to the new person.  Smiling knowingly, something felt amiss, very wrong.  I asked if I was allowed food and they said yes, goodness I was hungry.  And how I loved this hospitals food.  I ordered what I could.  Egg whites and a bit of yogurt I think.  Some Dr. paused outside my door, looked perplexed at me, checked the room number and asked the nurse.  He then proceeded to another room.  Never saw this Dr. again. 
     There was a brown, leather looking menu thing I saw breifly, never saw it again.  Breakfast was brought to me.  Not at all what I ordered.  Eggs yes, no yougurt, some farina, a piece of cake.  The man who brought it was the same fellow who had brought me my food in the ER overflow just before I had to forgo it, in a previous posting.  Before the endoscopy and colonoscopy.  No difference, it was food and I ate it slowly.
     There were more passerbys who looked in my room curiously, like I didn't belong there.  As if to say to themselves "who in the Hell is thiis?"  They would question and be directed to another room where the other Dr. had gone.  This went on for a bit.  Then there was a yell.
"What the Hell is this, I didn't order this!"  from the afforementioned room. 
      Basically the room, for discussion sake was 235, I was in now 235a.  The person got my breakfast.  The attendant came in, who brought me my breakfast and asked.  I gutturally said I ate my breakfast, was it someone elses?  I asked if I needed to aplogize.
     Another crew started, and there were more stares as to who was I.  The nurse outside of my room seemed to be doing a whole lot of explaining.  Then more confused Dr.s.  I began to just direct people to the nurse outside.  I had no idea afterall, no one was telling me shit.