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Originally Posted by MolsonExport
well, at least the 'entertainment' wasn't lacking (jk). Damn. Really sorry to hear that you went through all this.
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Originally Posted by hipster duck
It's good to have a sense of humour in moments like this. Wishing you a speedy recovery.
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Thanks. Yeah I’m kind of grateful I was in such a drug haze as it was pretty lonely at times and I felt trapped (the doors to leave the ward are literally locked and you need a nurse to let you out). I woke up one morning not knowing where the hell I was and thinking it was my wedding day cause that’s what I had been dreaming about.
Eventually I got used to and even looked forward to the scheduled meal times. The food was actually decent for institutional food (roastbeef and salmon). Towards the end I started to improve and could actually go for walks in the hospital for coffee or to go outside. I had visitors. Got out as much as I could since I hated being in that uncomfortable hospital bed in my dark room. I pushed myself a bit too hard the second last day though. The morning I was discharged I woke up to the sight of a bloody stain from my hair on my bed. My scalp was in severe pain and felt raw.
All in all it was an experience I’ll never forget. I will not miss sharing a bathroom with an incontinent 80 year old stroke survivor though. I cleaned his shit off the seat and the sink a few times.
Coming home felt like I hadn’t seen my kids in months! Really missed them. My wife captured the reunion when I walked in the door, homeless looking with a 2 week beard. (The emojis etc were added by her on her social media post)