Life in the ICU
waiting room grew interesting during the night. I was snugged in on my little
cobbled together bed when I started hearing a mechanical noise of some sort
with a follow-up of a clicking sound. I dozed and kept hearing the sound.
As the night
continued, the clicking and whirling sound went on. Finally, I saw a gentleman
across the way with a machine and realized that he was shampooing the carpets in the area. In the middle of the
night--which makes perfect sense. It should be done in the middle of the night
when no one is here.
Except we are
here...in bed sleeping...awkwardness all around.
At first I thought I
might offer to get up and move all my things from the "campsite". I
soon thought better of it, knowing that he would feel uncomfortable with moving
a guest in the middle of the night, and I would feel regretful with a bunch of
saggy, water-saturated grocery bags full of clothes and my earthly belongings
hanging out under my make-shift bed.
So I pretended to
sleep and he continued to clean the floor and move furniture.
At least my campsite had that lovely fresh smell...thanks, carpet cleaning guy!
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