I'm currently sitting here in a hospital bed with an IV in my hand (that's the WORST spot, ain't it??) and haven't had outside food since Tuesday night. There isn't anything fun to do here. I'm sick of television and I want to use my own bathroom. The shower has a chair in it. That wouldn't be a big deal, except that people are naked in the shower and chair are for sitting and naked butts....oh gosh, it's so gross. In addition, you have to let the nurses know whenever you go into the bathroom AND they write down what happened in there. Oh geez. The nurses aren't keeping my meds on time and every single minute that they're late is one more minute tagged on to my stay here in heck. Ugh.
Needless to say I'm ready to be at my own house in my own room in my own bed with my own smells -I sooo wish I could have my Scentsy here!! I want to go home. And yet everyone keeps telling me to stay happy. And to be positive. Are they nuts?? I can't. I'd love to be cheerful and excited and thankful, but it's so difficult. Yuck. Now, not only do I hate where I am and want to be somewhere else... I have to feel guilty for being miserable. As if being miserable isn't terrible enough all on its own. Grrr.
Thanks a lot family and friends for making me feel terrible about myself!! Hahahaha I plan to get you all back someday by making you feel very guilty for feelings that are simply not your fault. Ha.
