THE MIDNIGHT DASH

Just when I thought I'd get to bed before midnight, Tony calls. It seems the room-mate (the one I didn't want to go into detail about, in the former blog entry) decided to, yet again, yank out his IV's!

The man is being treated for throat cancer, as a result of a fondness for too much alcohol and tobacco. Basically, Tony's sharing a room with a guy undergoing chemo, AND a wicked case of withdrawal. He seems to care less about getting better.... as he's regularly pulling out his IV's to head down 9 floors, out into the parking lot, to have a smoke! Each time he returns from a smoke, the room smells like a bar/pub.

When he does manage to stay in the bed, he's watching WWF wrestling or some other obnoxious program.... or trying to figure out a way to get sound on the porno stations. Good Grief!!!

Please don't get me wrong. I feel very sorry for the man, but he's not willing to accept that he's not in his own little world, and there are others around him, including a lot of medical staff and some family, doing their level best to help him. Because of his ongoing problems, it's impossible for anyone to get a good night's rest.

Sorry.. I know I'm ranting...

Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll be hunting down someone who has the authority to get Tony into a comfortable room, hopefully away from the man with a death wish.

Hrumph... 1am... Time for sleep!