There is no worse place to be, when you are in need of rest, than a hospital. No matter what I did, I couldn't sleep through the night, nor could I get any rest during the day. While the nurses were lovely and very helpful, I had two inappropriate roomates. When I arrived at the room from recovery, the first thing I noticed about the woman I'd be sharing the room with was that she was confused. Not even an hour later, she was getting a blood transfusion and was scheduled for surgery the next day (yesterday). I had some quiet time yesterday after she was taken to the OR, but it was taken away by an admission from the emergency room. This woman wasn't confused, but she came from a nursing home, which can mean a whole array of things might be crawling on her body. I'm not joking.
Unfortunately, she needed a lot of attention, which meant NO rest for me. First of all, I wasn't even in the Center for Bariatric Surgery's wing. Secondly, when you have a patient that's a "walkie talkie" as we used to call them, don't stick them in the corner of the same room where a much sicker patient lies. Obviously, this isn't always avoidable, but come on. Telling me to rest and relax when I can't even sleep for two hours without interruption is BULLSHIT.
Yes, I'm that angry.
Anyway, I'm home now, where I belong, and on the way to recovery. My body's sore, and I'm very tired, but the worst is over and it just gets better from here.
I hope. ;)
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