More examples of why I hate other people

My father had his surgery on Thursday.  He’s doing well, thankfully, but there were a few hiccups along the way.  The hospital he’s staying at is REALLLLLLLLLLY big.  Like many buildings in the Southwest, it’s not tall but rather wide.  It’s only a one story building, but is spread out over acres and acres of land.  After 8:30pm all of the doors are locked except the ones at the Emergency Room, but the visiting hours are 24/7 – so long as you come in through the Emergency doors.  Here lies the problem: my father’s room is always in the exact opposite far corner than the Emergency Room, through miles and miles of twisting corridors.  I measured my footsteps yesterday – it was 1,065 footsteps from the Emergency Room door to my father’s room.  I looked that up on the Holy Grail of information, Google, and using the average stride as a measurement, 1087 strides is a mile.  So just to go see him, I have to walk just shy of two miles – INSIDE THE HOSPITAL.

It’s a damn good thing I love him.

So, last night I got off work at 9:00pm and went to see him because there had been some issues when I saw him before work, and I wanted to make sure he was settled and alright or I would put on my Mama Bear suit and use it to kick the necessary butt in order to achieve that status.  When I got there, at 9:45, he was much less agitated than earlier in the day, but he was complaining of a headache.  You may recall that I’m the Queen of Headaches, so I offered to rub it away.

There I am, in a darkened observation room with five other patients surrounding a central nurses desk.  I’m leaning over the bed, talking to him in a low voice and rubbing his temples and forehead. I’m also wearing my work clothes that clearly state where I’m employed.  A nurse walks into the room and demands, “Are you family?”  I repeat, she demands this in quite a snotty tone.

I was unable to resist a comeback.  “Yes, I am.  Do you really have a problem with strange people sneaking in here in the dark of night, walking two miles in to a patients room and rubbing their heads?”

She huffed and walked away. 

I really hate asinine questions.