By Karl Terry: Freedom New Mexico columnist
A hospital stay shouldn’t be like a visit to the Twilight Zone but my wife’s stays certainly tend in that direction.
I’ve told about her experiences in seeing the ghost of Doc Holliday while in the Glenwood Springs, Colo., hospital just a few hundred yards from Doc’s final resting place. Last week we added a few chapters to the growing book with an unexpected hospital stay.
Our episode of Monster Theatre began at the local emergency room, also known as the Indigent Drifters Ward thanks to our health care system.
A woman in a bed there, separated from my wife by a curtain, had been living in a motor home with her man on the road while he looked for work. Evidently the shower in the motor home wasn’t working because the curtain wasn’t holding back the body odor.
To say the woman complained loudly through her toothless head would be a bit of an understatement. After the third call to get up to go to the bathroom the nurse said, “We’re going to have to do something about that.” The patient immediately understood that meant a catheter and began to protest louder. Two nurses jumped her and began to work on the project and the best laugh I had all day came when one called