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Here are the upcoming WWK interviews for the month of July!

July 4th Christopher Huang, A Gentleman's Murder

July 11th V. M. Burns, The Plot Is Murder

July 18th Edith Maxwell (Maddie Day), Death Over Easy

July 25th Shari Randall, Against The Claw

Our July Saturday Guest Blogger Schedule: 7/7--Mary Feliz, 7/14--Annie Hogsett, 7/21--Margaret S. Hamilton, 7/28--Kait Carson.

Our special bloggers for the fifth Monday and Tuesday of July--Kaye George and Paula Gail Benson.

Please welcome two new members to WWK--Annette Dashofy, who will blog on alternative Sundays with Jim Jackson, and Nancy Eady, who will blog on every fourth Monday. Thanks for blogging with us Annette and Nancy!

Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Annette Dashofy's Uneasy Prey was released in March. It is the sixth Zoe Chambers Mystery. The seventh, Cry Wolf, will be released on September 18th. Look for E. B. Davis's interview with Annette on September 19th.

Carla Damron's quirky short story, "Subplot", was published in the Spring edition of The Offbeat Literary Journal. You can find it here: http://offbeat.msu.edu/volume-18-spring-2018/

Tina Whittle's sixth Tai Randolph mystery, Necessary Ends, debuts on April 3, 2018. Look for it here. Tina was nominated for a Derringer Award for her novelette, "Trouble Like A Freight Train Coming." We're all crossing our fingers for her.

James M. Jackson's Empty Promises, the next in the Seamus McCree mystery series (5th), was published on April 3, 2018. Purchase links are here. He's working on Seamus McCree #6 (False Bottom)

Dark Sister, a poetry collection, is Linda Rodriguez's tenth published book. It's available for sale here:

Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.

Shari Randall's second Lobster Shack Mystery, Against the Claw, will be available in July 31, 2018.


Friday, September 26, 2014

Two and a half days

Two and a half days

I was recently released after spending two and a half days in the hospital for severe diarrhea.  The cause was diagnosed (an infection in my colon) and treatment has started. I am grateful to the people who took very good care of me. 

I was struck by the experience of adapting to the 24 hour, 7 day a week schedule of the hospital as an institution.   It took from 10: 00 AM one day to 2:00 AM the following day to get into the hospital.  I spent an additional two hours in Admission before I was sent to a room.  Because of my symptoms I was kept off food and water for more than two days.  I’m not complaining; medically it was the correct way to go.        I slept only briefly and rarely. So I had time to examine the system. 

At first, being quite unsteady on my feet, I wore a contraption between my knees and my feet that I felt was based on a Victorian dream of punishing bedwetting children.  Balloons inflated on one leg hissed and deflated as balloons inflated on the other leg.  Afterward I was told that the device presented blot clots in a bedridden patient.  Again medically sound.

People working in the hospital had individual schedules. As a patient, I was aware when four hours passed by the arrival of someone to take my vital signs or a blood sample.  Which four of any twenty-four hour period was often unclear to me. The clock might read 11:00.  Was that in the morning or at night?  I could tell morning from night, but I might have had a very busy day before 10:00 in the morning.  Starting at 4:30 AM, people would come around to check on me.  There was the surgery group, the GI group and the medical group. People came individually or in clumps.

I always appreciated their interest.  They also gave me something to think about.  I was on an IV pump that became alarmed if I did not keep my left arm straight.  When I was prone with one arm immobile, there were a very small number of things I could do.  I could ask for assistance with something tricky like toileting.  I could stare at the ceiling.  I could let the television drone on. If it was daytime, I could talk to my wife, Judy. Or I could think. 

I tried to not listen to the people around me.  I was unable to avoid hearing a discussion between physicians about when to label a patient as advanced level three as opposed to level four. Apparently if you use level four too early in the process then you might have to explain to an insurance provider why the patient is not yet dead.  One patient admitted to a room much too close to mine moaned for hours between bouts of paranoid raving (I will call down the wrath of hell from room...)  That patient preferred to avoid the call button in favor of bellowing, “Nurse, nurse.” 
I thought about a story I wanted to write. I developed a flash fiction version, a noir black and white movie script, and a convoluted novel approach.  I don’t know if I will actually write up the story.  I may need an expanded mental exercise again.

When I returned home I felt as though I had been gone for an extended period of time.  It was only two and a half days but it feels like longer than a week. 

Have you had a similar experience?


Paula Gail Benson said...

What an experience, Warren. I'm glad you're back home and hope you continue in good health without extended hospital visits!

KM Rockwood said...

Hospitals are no fun!

When I was in a similar situation, also with an IV that set off an alarm if I so much as sighed too hard, I found my Kindle invaluable. I could prop it up on a pillow and switch pages with the other hand. I'm not a huge Kindle fan, but I bought it for travel situations (12 hour flights are boring, and I used to carry a bag full of paperbacks that I abandoned at various places, like the library in a ship or the common room of a lodge in Tanzania.)

Hope you're doing better, Warren.

Kara Cerise said...

Time is strange. It passes quickly when I’m doing something fun like reading or writing. But a minute can feel like a few hours when I’m driving/sliding on an icy road and trying not to hit cars.

I’m glad that you are out of the hospital and, hopefully, feeling much better.

Warren Bull said...

Thanks for the good wishes I was in the hospital for the 8th to the 11th of this months. I am still recovering. It is so easy to lose strength and endurance. And it takes a lot of effort to regain them.

Shari Randall said...

Glad you are on the mend, Warren. Hospitals are one of those places that seem to exist out of time - I get that disoriented feeling coming out of an absorbing movie, too, though movies are a much nicer experience.
Hope those ideas you generated in the hospital prove to be fruitful for you.

Maddy said...

Good to hear it is over. I think as adults we're so busy rushing around, time blurs. It's only when we're forced to stop we can recall periods of childhood where minutes passed as slowly as treacle.

Alice Duncan said...

Hope you're soon fully recovered, Warren. The only time I've ever spent in the hospital was a six-day stay that was planned in advance. Lumbar surgery. Never hurt so much in my life, but I came away with a vast appreciation of nurses. In fact, I begged them to let me stay another two days, but they kicked me out anyway :-)

Anonymous said...

The hospital stay afforded you this opportunity to write an interesting post. You were handed a lemon and chose to make us some lemonade. Good for you.

Kaye George said...

What an ordeal, Warren! I'm glad it's over for you. I've been there and had the 24-hour vital checking and the compression stockings, but not the rest. And certainly not the loooong time for admitting. Glad you're out!

James Montgomery Jackson said...

Glad you are over the bout of unpleasantness – and it’s much better that it happened while you were at home rather than traveling. Stay well.

~ Jim

Debra H. Goldstein said...

Glad you are home and recovering. I think the worst thing in a hospital besides loss of dignity from a gown that opens in the back is the time disorientation. Get strong soon.....Debra

E. B. Davis said...

Thankfully, no, Warren I haven't, and I'm so sorry you did. I hope it never happens again. Put it behind you and have a great autumn!