She has had a brain scan, which turned up normal. Various heart tests have also been done, and blood has been extracted, but no definitive results have been reported yet (it’s the weekend).
She says that a neurologist paid her a visit and poked needles at different parts of her face and neck, and also rapped on her joints to gauge the response.
There is reportedly a Nurse Ratchet clone on the ward, but I didn’t get to meet her.
Outside Dymphna’s room, on her roommate’s side of the door, is a pre-printed sign that reads as follows:
Dymphna was jealous that she didn’t have a special sign of her own on her side of the door, so she created and posted one herself:
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Most of her time is spent in severe boredom, which is why she took all those books with her.
One of the weekend techs who works on the ward is a young man from Croatia who is majoring in physics at a nearby college. He was just coming off a twelve-hour shift, and the future Baron and I had an interesting discussion with him before he left.
From him I found out that Serbs and Croats can almost completely understand each other’s languages, but that it is not so easy with Bosniak, Slovenian, and Macedonian.
The fB, following his own major interest, learned that Croatia has a vigorous viticulture industry. Its climate is favorable for growing grapes, and, being adjacent to Italy, it has an established wine-making tradition.
Unfortunately, as far as we can tell, no Croatian wine is exported to the USA, so we won’t be sampling it any time soon.
That’s all the news from the hospital front.