What's in my bag?

 I've been working on my "hospital bag" for quite some time now. The current bag started as a minimal container for my phone, headphones and vape going to routine physical therapy mostly. It has worn in and had an amazing woven piece sewn onto the flap. The strap gained a vintage, broken guitar strap sewn on with "X"es of 2 different strings. I put binder pouches on for pockets, but 1 of the zippers broke and I can't find the rest of them. The bag itself is of fine hemp twine, but an inner pocket of sisal or jute twine was made and installed. It sucks. Under-seat bicycle pouches got attached to the sides. This brings us to a total of 8 pockets and not only did I not count the broken 1, but there are not enough.

I reinforce my store-bought sketchbooks with cardboard and decorate the front. This one has an annoying "seems like not a coil, but it is a coil" binding that gets stuck on the weave/knit of my bag. I had intended to make a tape cover for this, but forgot. The game emulator is an Anbernic 351 V and I modded a Handy Boy Gameboy attachment to fit. It was a long and difficult process that will pay like a motherfucker when I get my single room. I made an easel-like tripod for my phone from that same kind of wire, old medical finance cards and duct tape. One piece of advanced technology to bring is a small square of cloth to clean my glasses, phone and video game. The beard trimming scissors also turn out to do a great job cutting fingernails.

Basic summary of bag contents: phone, headphones, sketchbook, art supplies, video game. Various other odds and ends and a little bit more brick a brack accessories for said equipment: charger, cables, pencils, etc. Ain't it too fucking bad I'm not dissecting this thing for photos at a hallway bed?

What else but hospital chronicles?

 Back in again. I was ordered to go at wound care because there is a small hole in my heel that leads to a larger cavity within. The pain up my whole leg had an effect on my decision.

The item I really wish to discuss here is admissions and intake. The patient goes to the hospital seeking help and relief. There is no effort made to reassure the patient in any way. No pain drugs, no explanation of what will happen, not even any flaunting of titles and tenure. The only reassurance I've gotten here is seeing a woman who put a red dangling toy on the handle section of her red electric wheelchair. I told her how well it "pulls the whole deal together", makes it more cohesive. Hospital staff want to tear off the bandages, substitute a hospital robe for 2 shirts and put me in off-putting postures, locations and positions. They want to expose and provoke any existing problems. The long wait time does play into this equation. I left around 3:30 and got to a hallway bed around 10:30.

These are part of a series I'm collecting/creating. Curved hospital mirrors. I really like how they distort the reflection. Anything different really draws my attention, but repetition does a similar thing. The recent repetition which has caused problems is digestive issues and the bathroom. I would need to go, get down there and very little would come out, but immense pressure would still be building. I would be there so long that I would give up and go upstairs, only to turn around in minutes.

What did work with intake admissions this time is someone put a good IV at a decent location on my left arm and the middle eastern doctor got through my info so smoothly it amazed me when I realized how much of my current events got communicated. Just like the expert who was dealing with my pelvic ortho. That man sat there with me and current x-rays of my body parts and explained all about what was going on. I was freaking out over the hospital message service and instead of making more problems for me (like anyone else would do), he decided to stop some problems and prevent some. If only the medical system were arab instead of the scam phone calling system...