Well actually it was four days. I counted. If I had been there five, I would have started scratching lines in the wall.
About a month ago, on a Sunday, I checked myself into the Seizure Investigation Unit at Baptist Hospital in Little Rock. I was armed only with my trusty laptop and the Buffy Season 3 dvds(season 4 hadn't come out yet).Right, as I was saying before I was interrupted, things started out, well, strange… I was told I would be watched by a camera 24 hours a day. The camera followed me as I went to the bathroom.
Day one: My mother brings me some fried chicken from Popeye’s. Suddenly we hear a voice coming from the ceiling:
“Lillian, can we ask a question?” Of course I answer, not wanting to anger the gods, “Of course.”
“Is that turkey?” 
“No, it’s chicken.”
“Oh, it just looked so huge on the monitor we thought it must be turkey.”
Day two: The voices began speaking to me again:
“Lillian!” I looked up from my dvd.
“Yes?”
“Are you in a chat room?” I tried not to laugh.
“No I’m watching a dvd.”
And finally the last day they became even more adventurous.
“Watcha watching?”
:eek: My lord.
See people, this is why I don’t go to the hospital. Crackpot home remedies for me, all the way!
When Papa Tiger was in the hospital last year for an ulcer bleed, until I could get him his laptop from home (it wasn’t one of those planned trips where we’d brought it already, obviously) one of the nurses brought him one of their laptops on a wheeled stand so he could surf the web on the hospital’s nickel. Which I thought was really nice, although the nurse assured us the staff all hates those computers and won’t use them unless they have to. But at least they didn’t follow up on what he was doing – that we know about! (He was mostly at Yahoo Games, apparently.)
This nurse was brilliant, however. He also suggested that we bring in a universal remote and program it for the hospital TV so Papa TIger could channel-surf to his heart’s content. I’ve seldom seen a man happier than when he got that remote into his hot little hands after 24 hours…
Didn’t the staff at your unit have ANYTHING better to do than wonder what you were eating/watching? I mean, I understand them watching YOU, but nevertheless!
…what’s even scarier if the looming voice asks, “is that real lace on your panties?”
“Watcha Watching?” HA! That’s hysterical. They just got so bored they wanted to bullshit.
Probably the same reasoning behind God’s whole “burning bush” thing.
MOSES! ENTERTAIN ME!
Are you gonna eat those fries?
[voice from the ceiling:]
Hey! you didn’t wash your hands!
[/voice from the ceiling:]
:eek:
I liked Buffy before she hooked up with Angel.
Just think, you could be debating with the voice from the ceiling rather than just a Q&A 
a few more days and I would have felt the need to entertain the people behind the camera. I dunno maybe a striptease would have been in order.
-Lil
Be very afraid if you hear Julie Chen’s voice saying “Hello, houseguests!”