And it continues....

     The blond nurse, not sure if I've mentioned her before.  I was in a little more of a ward environment, in my fogginess.  She'd deliver the message.  At times she'd brush my teeth, apparently some sort of pneumonia prevention.  I can recall, oddly, the need of a bed pan.  In fact on my brother in law and sisters second visit, I was desperately trying to use it.  I remember being told they were outside.  Not sure of anything else.
     Now this must surely be fog, but it is my memory.  The blond woman was watching another nurses 2 kids at her station.  Needing attention and bed pan, I was denied.  I sunk into another abyss.
     I awoke in a war torn place in my bed.  It felt like an office building.  There were windows, I was sure war.  On either side stood nurses in what I was sure was Mideastern garb.  For some reason I felt I'd been convicted wrongly and they were going to give me a vasectomy.  I was frightened as none spoke to me.  At some point I recall being....rescued.
     I awoke in a new room.  Solitary again.  But this was newer and the nurses spoke to me.  As I've stated, try as I could to communicate, they simply couldn't understand me with the respirator in.  This must have been my second week in either CCU or ICU.  But they were friendly.  In fact I remember one being aghast that I'd not been cleaned at all and took the time to do that.  I was gratefully.
     I had a nurse stationed outside of my room.  I was now beginning to actually sleep, the sinking sensation had slowly, reluctantly begun to loose its grip upon me.  Still without my glasses.  Lots of blurs.  This is what I seemed to know of my surroundings.
     I was in a ward type.  There was a desk outside, and something that seemed to resemble a walk in fridge beyond that.  I began to think there was ice cream there.  Odd huh?  Still confined to bed, couldn't see, respirator, but glad the sinking had abated.