Mags Hospitalized. Again

I just got in from the hospital where my lovely wife will be residing for the next few days. She had a CTScan done earlier in the week that was supposed to show her pulmonologist what was ailing her. She had an appointment with said doctor today who looked at the scan and simply said "You belong in the hospital." To which Mags replied "Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Dr. LungMan??"

He told her to go the the ER and he would call her PCP and they would get her in. And they did.

Mags was fortunate enough to get her 'favorite' doctor in the ER. He is a very competent and caring guy and seems to really know his stuff.

So anyways, you read about Mags previous bad experience with her room-mate last time...well great news, she is in a private room this time! And it is in a wing of the hospital that was just refinished and her hospital room looks like a hotel suite. Seriously, I made her wrestle me for the bed. She won obviously, because I'm here with my lunatic Sheltie and neurotic cat.

Honestly. Hardwood floors, 36 inch flatscreen, frosted wall lamps, leather recliner..and dig this. This windows in her room that run along the hall and the glass in the door? Well, Mags says to the wonderful nurse Eleanor that is helping her get settled, "Ummm I think the light from the hall may bother me, and I don't know if I want people looking in...." The nurse smiled and held up a tiny finger, "check this out," says she. She pushes a button on the wall and the glass somehow frosts over! Can't see in, or out! Neat-o.

So all funny biz aside, Mags is in the hospital and I am worried. She is tougher than Chinese Arithmetic but whatever this is has really gotten her down. I'm hoping someone can figure this out.

And again, I cannot say enough good things about the staff at CentraState Hospital. Everyone there. You guys are great! Thanks for giving Mags such good care.