Sadly, I lost most of my good humor today while waiting for 55 minutes to be hoisted out of my wheelchair, which was bending my legs painfully, and back onto the wonderful air-mattress.
While waiting and staring at the ceiling with the wheelchair in full tip-back mode, I'd resolved to leave the desk where I was waiting and look for another nurse who might have helped.
As it turned out, I wouldn't have made it, since the damned muscle spasms went wild when I lowered the chair to a normal position, and they had to run the joystick for me to get me into my nearby room.
At that point, I decided that it was better to say nothing than to vent what was on my mind.
Unfortunately, my noble silence was rightly interpreted as angry sulking by the nurses.
Luckily, we're all pretty good at forgetting little things like this.
