Stuck (In which a writer goes to the doctor and gets stuck in a hospital bed)

Once upon a time there lived a very busy writer. She had a few health issues over the years including a very odd tumor on her pituitary gland that was surgically removed and radiated. Because of this, the usually happy writer went in for a yearly MRI that was so traumatizing, she often stopped for drinks on her way home. (Which was unusual, because at all other times she was a very serious and sober minded writer. Shaddup Ann.)

One day, after five years of nice clean MRI's the writer got the bad news. It looked like the tumor was back, or perhaps a new one, or maybe it was just a mucus sac. A surgery was scheduled for two months later, because everyone knows how wonderfully patient this writer was.

She went into surgery, with her husband, best friend and mother by her side. (The mother was not invited, but you know how mothers are) Turns out it was just snot. Yay! thought the writer, now I can buckle down and get back to work.

Then one night the writer got a nose bleed. Not your every day, ordinary nose bleed (though the writer had not had a single nose bleed her entire life so even an ordinary nose bleed would not be so ordinary) But a gushing, streaming, choking, nose bleed. Considering she just had surgery in that area and had never seen quite so much blood, the writer thought that calling the ambulance and going to the emergency room was more prudent than bleeding out in front of her family. Hours later, she was back at home with a clamp on her nose and instructions on how to deal with it.

That night it happened again. Armed with knowledge, she fought it for two hours before finally allowing husband to drive her to a different emergency room where they cautered it and packed it and sent her home. That afternoon she got yet another nose bleed. Now more angry than afraid, the dashing writer took on the whole health care network and was allowed to see her own ENT doctor. That blessed man tilted her back, and said, you are hemorrhaging from the surgery site and no one else even came close to getting that far back. He than used ghastly instruments and told her to lie still. After doing unspeakable things to her nose he said, I want you in the hospital for two days. You've lost much blood and I would rather have you here in case it breaks loose again.

And that is the little story of the writer who ended up hospitalized for a bloody nose. Without cable or WIFI. They did, however, have many good meds that kept the writer pleasantly occupied by the size and shape of her hands.