Summon My Grand Vizier!
Where is My Darling Chief!
Alert The Armorer!
Pipe The Favorite Naval Consort Ashore & send him to me forthwith!
Assemble the Full Navy Coterie!
I want My Marine!
This morning was a little more tiring that usual. I spiked a small fever and that sets off a whole lot of tests, etc. Including a visit from a very self centered phlebotomist. She had terrible bedside manner.
After all the poking and prodding and collecting.....I fell asleep. When I woke I was roasting hot. I occasionally get hot flashes, especially when I take steroids. For over an hour I thought I was in the midst of the longest, most torturous hot flash in history. Nothing helped. Not ice chips. Not a cold compress. Not laying on top of the sheets in my skimpy pjs.
Finally, Jackie, my nurse came in to check on me and I made a joke about the hot flash. She said "Well, it is warm in here." WHAT? No one ever says that about my room/house/general location. It should be cold, like the depths of Davy Jones' Locker.
Someone had raised the thermostat to 90!
I was roasting alive. Jackie adjusted it and the life began to return to my body.
Now find this evildoer........my money is on the phlebotomist.