MY bed … TAKE YOUR hands OFF !!

October 5th 2007 we went to the hospital, my bloodpresure was dangerously high and I was not allowed to go home again until the baby would be born. So … I had to stay in the hospital.  This did not really come as a surprise to me, but being overwhelmed with joy is another thing.

Anyhoooo, we settled in my hospitalroom ( lucky I had the room to myself ) and we went to watch TV after we had dinner. I complained to my husband the TV was put up to high and that I prefered the TV being on a table rather than hanging in the air. Now THAT was my mistake.

My husband is a technical engineer at another hospital, he repairs a lot of things … as long as it is a machine or something … he repairs it.

Suddenly I feel my bed raising … Already rolling my eyes ( because I sometimes get fed up with him touching all machines everywhere we come ) the conversation starts :

Me : Sweeeetheart, WHAT are you doing ?

He : Making sure you get closer to the TV ….

Me : You could have asked if I wanted that, PLEASE get me down ( already feeling like I am 1 meter up in the air )

He : Oh, well, than I have to get you UP completely and than it goes down by itself, that is how the beds at our hospital work too.

Getting higher and higher … nothing happens …  and THAN the bed stops … being wayyy up in the air !

Me : Geeezzz … GET ME DOWN ! ( mind the bloodpresure ! )

He : Oh, they do not work like the ones we have in OUR hospital … that sucks …

Me : Duuuhhh !!! Get me down NOW !!

He : – mumbling – Maybe this handle will do the trick …

Suddenly JUST the end of the bed SWEEPS down and I am almost up right in standing position getting torpedoed through the room …

Me : ( getting out of the bed … FURIOUS ) SOMETIMES I SOOOO HATE IT THAT YOU TOUCH THINGS AT THE HOSPITAL !!

Eventually he got the bed down … to my relieve … my bloodpresure dropped again and a few minutes later we laugh unstoppable about it … yeah, even me !