During one of the last visits to the hospital my mom brought some cans of soda into the ER. She left one on my bed and it rolled in between my feet. At the time I think I took some pain medications for the bowel obstruction already but I can't remember. What I do remember is that when my mom took the can away I complained. I liked the cold. She told me that I kept on muttering "The cold feels good. I want the cold. Give me the cold please." She said she gave the can back to me for awhile then felt my feet. My feet were ice cold so she took it away again. This time she didn't give the can back no matter how badly I wanted it.
The nurses and doctors in the ER heard about it and gave me an occasional de-coagulating shot or whatever it's called. We never got the full story of exactly why I needed it. All they said that my blood must have been coagulating in my feet. They never explained why that happened. It's never happened before. Fortunately I never had to get those shots in the stomach after that visit to the hospital. But to this day I still wonder why I wanted to have something ice cold on my skin even when my skin was already freezing. And the real kicker is that I didn't even realize my skin was frozen until my mom told me and yet I still wanted that can.
Oh, and usually when I go to the ER, I like to hold onto the cold metal side railing on those beds. It feels really soothing. The soda can incident just got me to start really wondering why I like to touch cold things sometimes.
The nurses and doctors in the ER heard about it and gave me an occasional de-coagulating shot or whatever it's called. We never got the full story of exactly why I needed it. All they said that my blood must have been coagulating in my feet. They never explained why that happened. It's never happened before. Fortunately I never had to get those shots in the stomach after that visit to the hospital. But to this day I still wonder why I wanted to have something ice cold on my skin even when my skin was already freezing. And the real kicker is that I didn't even realize my skin was frozen until my mom told me and yet I still wanted that can.
Oh, and usually when I go to the ER, I like to hold onto the cold metal side railing on those beds. It feels really soothing. The soda can incident just got me to start really wondering why I like to touch cold things sometimes.