Hospitals

What is there to say about hospitals? Little, yet much. They are a training ground, preparing you for the retirement home. All you do is sit on your bed and eat when they say so. I underwent surgery last Wednesday and was released from the hospital on Monday. That is only five days but they felt eternal. Wednesday was surgery day. I can not recall that I was scared or anything as I lay on the bed/table. They told me to breathe through a mask and I was out stone cold. Waking up was not as bad as I visioned it; there was no need to throw up and no head ache. The one thing I can compare it to was as I had been to the best party ever. The nurse gave me morphine as well, could not complain on the service. As I regained my awareness I noticed my chin, where I had the surgery done, was bandaged beyond belief. Still, there was more. The surgeon wanted me to have my big toes fixed as well. For a couple of days walking was a nightmare. Pain from the surgeries were not the worst. As things were not bad enough at the time, I found out that I was allergical to the tape that was used. The allergic reaction is still visible on my feet and it itches! Every day was like this: waken up at 6 am, breakfast at 8:30 am, lunch at 12:30, dinner at 16:30 and supper at 19:00. Between those hours I could only stay in bed and watch TV while being online on my iPod. I am so glad it is all over, good to have it done. To finish this up, let me post a picture of how my foot looks like and you will see where the tape has been, causing the reaction to my skin.