I’m now officially sleeping over at the hospital. 24 hour observation (unless something unexpected pops up). I’m in a room with 2 beds. So far, the bed beside mine is empty. I’m crossing my fingers hoping I don’t get a neighbor in this room. At least then, I’d have the room to myself for the night.
I’m now on the eighth floor of this place. Been here for almost 3 hours now. No more shivers since this morning. What’s left are aches, pains, and weakness. I have junk in my lungs, but still can’t cough hard enough to push anything out.
My assigned nurse is about to give me more IV antibiotics, and also more saline. Gotta keep those fluids up!
The TV in this room doesn’t have cable. Bleh.
Something interesting is how my perception of the hospital has changed. As a kid and teenager, I feared the overnight stays. If dad, mom, or one of my sisters wasn’t with me, I’d feel anxious or scared. Completely untrusting of any of the medical staff.
But not now, not anymore. I know the rules, I’ve gone through the paces. I anticipate the noises, beeps, screams and moans from patients across the hall. I am prepared for IVs, and the interruptions from the nurses in the middle of the night.
Nope, it’s no longer frightening. It’s something much more common: boring and annoying. Like a bad visit to the DMV. So here’s to growing up. It did me good in that regard. This might actually be my first hospital night stay alone (which really is a testament to my supporters, who didn’t leave me alone when I was younger).
I told my wife not to worry. She’s better off taking care of our daughter and the dog. And that’s another difference for me now. As a youngster, I was selfish in the sense that I wanted my family to be with me, even if it meant their utter boredom.
Now, as a father and husband, I care more about the welfare of my kid and my family. “Go home, guys” I told my sis and my wife. I’ll be okay.
Highlight of the night: getting a call from my kiddo, wishing me a good night and saying she loves me. I told her I love her and that I was doing just fine, and the doctors were giving me lots of medicine to get better. Then we exchanged phone kisses and I wished her a goodnight.
I miss my trio (wife, daughter, pooch). But I know they are doing okay, and that gives me peace.