I like having such a dog specific joke, those funny plastic cones they have to wear. Oh, and sometimes I’ve been the unwanted cheerer-on, sometimes the unwanting to be cheered-on.
When I am ill or injured, I cocoon. I go to bed and sleep most of the day away. I want the room to be cold and to have a fan blowing on me. I wrap up in a blanket and sort of hibernate until I am better. If I want something to eat or drink I get it or ask for it. Other than that I am to be left strictly alone. Nurses and aides in hospitals have learned the hard way to let me be as I mean what I say about sleeping 18 to 20 hours per day. They risk having their heads bitten off at the shoulders if they wake me to ask if I want something. Unless a doctor orders it (like regular blood pressure readings or blood drawing or medicines) I am to be left alone. I once had an Army doctor come in and try to chew me out for “giving up”. I wasn’t that badly wounded and he refused to believe the nurses about me sleeping soundly. He left me alone after he dodged a (back then) stainless steel pitcher full of ice water which would have put HIM in the hospital if I had connected. Thereafter I was left alone until I was well enough to leave. Doctors mey occasionally be silly, but they are not regularly stupid.
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