I’m quite certain Rome has some nice hospitals. But this isn’t one of them. The wallpaper makes me think that this room was decorated by the same people that did the Coliseum. I have to share a room with five other blokes of varying diseases, mostly of dying of drink and thirst for morphine which somehow justifies them getting some.
They’ve got me hooked to a heart monitor and an IV drip. I don’t feel ill anymore, but the doctors won’t let me leave until they’ve finished running some tests. They’re the cheap tests, probably the kind you can take by filling in bubbles on a Scantron. They won’t do any X-rays because they’re too expensive, as Italy is on the free health care system.
It was such a relief when visitor hours started up as I had a horrible night. Burbank and Lenore came in right away with some flowers, but I noticed one of my sick mates nicked them first chance he got. Bugger.
6/24/10
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