Disconnected

I got belligerent with my bedrest today.

The hospital sent around a little note they would be upgrading the phone system and it would be down from about 7:30-8:30 a.m. Someone would come to the room to let me know when it was ready.

So no phone, no dialup. No dialup, no internets. No internets, no fun.

At 11:45 a.m. after my nurse asked them for like the zillionth time when it would work, they came in and assured me they would be "right back."

After much agitation and several calls, they finally sent someone to my room at 3 p.m. to tell me how to dial up. And when I finally did, it connected at 2.4 kbs. Yesterday, 56 kbs. Today, 2.4. I could not even get a page to load.

They informed me that would be about as good as it gets. WHAT!?

After much sulking and sighing and bitching and moaning to my mother-in-law, as well as threats I would never be able to stay here for 10 weeks without the internet, I connected again and got it up to 33.

I am scared to go offline. I think it will disappear forever.

Josh says we can get me a wireless modem or something. He knows the pain of my addiction. It's like crack, I swear. I need it, I crave it, I love it, my precious.

How did people LIVE like this? I honestly can't remember my life without high-speed access. It's like the stone age here. Who lives like this? How is it possible no other pregnant bedresting woman has ever needed the internet in her room at this hospital?

Wah. I am spoiled and I want my way.