Not that the hospital didn't try, but I seem to have kept them at bay long enough for a sane doctor to arrive. Yes, it was very exciting, being in the hospital. From the moment I arrived, they stuck morphine into me every four hours, so my blood pressure was 90/40. I had no idea how close I was to death, I just knew I had to get out form under the fog.

So I'm home, and whatever my significant GI obstruction was, it has cleared up enough for me to come home and get well. They were all exceedingly polite,when they insisted I needed an NG tube. I was just as polite when I refused the naso-gastric tube with which they planned to put air into my stomach. Since I had gastric bypass years back, there IS no stomach. When the sane doctor appeared, she said, "You have good instincts and a good friend." My friend has power of attorney for medical care. They thought if they wiped me out on morphine, she would agree to the procedure. Bless her heart, she didn't understand WHY i refused it, but if I refused it, SHE was going to refuse it for me. She saved my life. The sane doctor explained that the air would have caused my small "stomach pouch" to explode, and I would have bled to death while they tried to figure out what was wrong.

Maybe NOT so boring after all. I'm sure grateful to be home, and regaining my strength.