We were all in a hospital room, a large undefinable space,with family members coming and going, nobody confined to a bed. I had some difficulty communicating with any of the family members. All were going about their own business, so I couldn't help but feel somewhat isolated. But all seemed to be going in the right direction. Then we received a call from Oprah Winfrey, who was a patient on a floor or two above. She was direct and demanded to know who was going to bring her sugar. Dorothy had done so in the past and we all were pretty much in agreement that Oprah had self-prescribed this dosage of sugar, because otherwise the hospital staff would have administered it to her.
But we wanted to help her with her wishes so I tried to get one of the many family members to comply. I was unable to get anybody to even listen to me, much less to agree to bring Oprah's supply of sugar to her. I finally told myself that if I prepared the sugar dose, maybe somebody would drop it off. I tried to figure what the dosage would be, and decided on 2 tablespoons of sugar to a cup. I wondered where I could get a cup, and remembered the water station at the Cardiac Rehab facility, where I went and took one of the many plastic cups available there. I filled another of the cups from the water supply nearby and then went to the dining room for some sugar. Now I have the sugar in one cup and the water in another, but I had to search for something to stir them together.
Unfortunately, I was awakened before I could locate the plastic spoon I was searching for, so as far as I know, the sugar was not delivered to Oprah.
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