Moving on Up in Iowa City

We’ve upgraded our accommodations! Gone are the days of contorting ourselves on the glorified yoga mat they dare call a bed in the Emergency Department’s palatial yet strangely uncomfortable suite. Now, we’re living the high life on the 6th floor, among the elite in the Stroke section—a veritable VIP lounge for the cerebrally adventurous.

We’re no longer roughing it within earshot of the hallway’s makeshift ‘homeless camp’, but rather lounging in the luxury of our very own patient room. And get this—the powers that be thought our public displays of affection were a tad too much for the Emergency Department’s delicate sensibilities. Solution? Whisk us away upstairs, pronto! Nothing like a bit of PDA to score a room with a view, eh?

Advantages:

• A bed that feels like a cloud hugged by marshmallows!!!
• Quieter than a ninja tiptoeing on cotton balls compared to the Emergency Department’s rock concert vibes.
• A bathroom! Yes, an actual room with a loo! Goodbye, hallway sprints for Linda, and I can say farewell to my intimate moments with the plastic pee jar in full audience view.
• We’re bound to snag more Z’s than a snooze fest tonight, that’s a given.

After our last rendezvous with the CT machine on the morrow, we’ll make our grand escape back to the humble abode.

Our furball-in-chief, Hairy, has been reigning over Neighbor Jake’s heart in our absence. Sure, he’s been throwing lavish parties with extra treats and belly rubs, but let’s be real—Hairy’s sending us those ‘missing you’ vibes louder than his after-dinner purrs!