Hospital Knitting ... again

Having a loved one in the hospital really brings out my knitting obsession.  But, I think it's a good thing.  It gets be to sit still.  Knitting lets me "reward" myself for conquering my fear of hospitals.  The almost impercetable swish of the needles and yarn lets me tune out the Hospital Noises and focus on my loved one and what she's saying, or not saying. 

Has anyone else noticed how loud the Hospitals are?  All those beeps and bells and alarms?  The nurses don't seem to notice them at all.  I finally asked one of the nurses, and was told that each sound has a "meaning".  And that not all of them need to be "answered".  Some are just signals to let you know that something has finished.  Like an IV has finished it's dose, and may or may not need to be changed sometime in the next hour or so... ? ?

So, is it kind of like baby cries/noises?  You learn to hear and recognize some of the noises as not requiring action.

Or the buzzer on the dryer?  Or the miscrowave?  The dryer dings to let you know that the laundry is dry, and could be taken out if you want to have wrinkle free shirts.  The microwave says the water is ready for your tea, but it can sit in there all day, quite safely, if you've already left for work. 

As opposed to the buzzer on the oven timer?  The oven must be attended to right now!  Pull out those cookies before they burn!  That Broiling Chicken could become Flaming Wings, setting off smoke detectors, smoke everywhere, maybe a house fire (eventually)......

There's even a beeper much like a back-up warning on a dump-truck that lets you know when a nurse is moving the little Computer-On-Wheels around from one room to another.

There's even a "blind warning device" at a cross walk intersection downtown.  It a short post that beeps (or chirps) every 5 seconds.  Presumably so a bling person knows there's an intersection and street traffic.  Maybe they can find the crossing light button by homing in on it?  Personally, it makes me want to avoid that part of downtown.

Getting Rest in a Hospital has always been one of the most contradictory terms to ever disturb me.
And that's saying something.