Would I be jinxing things by bringing Mike his *outside* clothes today? I don’t know what time he will be released, but if it’s before I get there, at least he will be able to get dressed while waiting for me. I had taken all his clothes home the night he was admitted, as I am always afraid of things being stolen. I also took his wallet, keys, watch, etc. All he has there now is what he needs…eyeglasses, shaver, toothbrush, toothpaste, and the infamous toilet paper.

I just got back from the Good Post Office and other errands. I called Mike and he sounds good…he feels good, too. He’s been up and walking around, and he SO wants to get out of there!
———-
WTF is with these people who work at Drunken Dognuts? Do they not even know the basics of operating a microwave? There’s a Drunken Dognuts in the Mobil convenience store next to the Good Post Office. I had to take a leak, so I went in there to use the ladies’ room, and then decided I was hungry and ordered one of those breakfast sammiches…egg, cheese and bacon on a croissant. These things are all pre-cooked, they just need to nuke ‘em when someone orders one.

Anyway, I got my sammich and took it out to the car to eat it, since there’s no place to sit in this store. It was okay at first, but when I was about halfway through it…ICE COLD!

I decided not to bother going back in to complain…not worth the hassle over a two-buck sammich. But I think that this will be the last time I ever get another Drunken Dognuts breakfast sammich. This has happened before…the last time was at the DD in Sturbridge. That time, I don’t think they even bothered to muke the thing at all, as it was ice-cold to the touch. I took it back and made them nuke it, but sheesh! Do you really need to be a rocket scientist to operate a microwave?

It was so effing cold and windy out, I coudn’t find a decent parking space near the floopin’ Papa Gino’s, so I by-passed it and ate hospital cafeteria food.

No doubt in my mind that they use Star-Kist tuna. I never buy the shit myself, as it makes me sick. But I guess I’ve been so rattled by this Mike being in the hospital shit that I forgot to ask what brand of tuna they use for their tuna salad.

I can’t eat Star-Kist tuna because I have bad reactions to it. The tuna salad in the shithole cafeteria was the ONLY semi-appetizing thing there, so I got that.

And I was lightheaded as all fuck a couple of hours later. It was so bad that not only was I worried that I might not be able to drive myself home, but that I’d pass out right there in that damned hospital. If I HAD to pass out, I want it to be ANYPLACE but there. My own bed is preferable, then I can just lay there and rot, until someone noticed the smell. It is WAY better than being a patient at the shithole!

The lightheadedness did pass, but I hope it won’t come back. I will definitely be getting food elsewhere from now on.