Home sweet home!

Rolled in the front door about a half hour ago. What a long few days it's been. If you've never stayed in a hospital you have no way of knowing how long five days, four nights can really be. I know I didn't have a clue.

The hospital is a pretty trippy place to be. The first day they have someone coming in every hour to take vitals. And I mean every hour, midnight, 1 AM, 2 AM and so on. Once I left the "ICU" (I put it in quotes because I never changed rooms, just levels of care) they started coming by every four hours. Which was awesome, just as I would get to sleep they would come wake me up. Sleeping in a hospital is not as easy as you would think. They would tell me to rest and then constantly be waking me up. But it's all for my well being. Making sure my temp is ok and making sure my O2 level is high enough is pretty important.

All in all staying in the hospital is pretty rough. But coming home is a little scary too. At the hospital you know there is always someone watching out for you. You don't worry about your heart rate or blood pressure. Now I'm on my own. Sure my family is here and taking great care of me but I have to know what's going on with my body. No one is here to check on me every few hours. Until I have this things a few weeks behind me I think there might be some anxiety. So that's the hospital...

As far as people in the hospital they are amazing. I couldn't have asked for more caring nurses and skilled surgeons. Even if I just needed someone to help me out of bad they would come in the room and be more than happy to help. Nurses are a special group of people. They make the 4 AM wakeup and the uncomfortable bed seem not so bad. They really make it a barable expierence. Really they make it more than that, those are people that will have a special place in my heart (literally) forever.



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