After undergoing a three-hour surgery, I was in my hospital room heavy-eyed, and groggy from the anesthesia.

After undergoing a three-hour surgery, I was in my hospital room heavy-eyed, and groggy from the anesthesia.

My Hospital Room After undergoing a three-hour surgery, I was in my hospital room heavy-eyed, and groggy from the anesthesia. As I was waking up, I felt my right arm blowing up like a balloon. I thought it would burst at any moment, but then I realized the pressure I was feeling was only the nurse taking my blood pressure. After the nurse left the room, I began to come to my senses. My mouth and throat were dry like the Mojave Desert. I could still smell the plastic from the tubes that were in my nose and throat. Next to my bed stood a one-drawer nightstand, and on top was a pink pitcher and cup filled with water and crushed ice. I poured myself a cold glass of water and every swallow was soothing to my parched mouth and throat. The room I occupied had two beds and curtains attached to the ceiling that I could pull to make each side semi private. The walls had white wallpaper with a flower design pressed in it. On three of the walls hung pictures of what seemed to be endless fields of wildflowers. The bed I was lying in was hard and stiff with plastic on the mattress. It made a crinkling sound when I moved, as if I had a plastic bag in my bed. The side of the bed had silver metal rails that you could pull up to keep from falling out of bed. Attached to the bed by a cord was the remote control for both the bed and the TV. I played with the remote, pushing the buttons and found I could raise my legs up or down, sit up to watch TV or lie flat to sleep. Mounted high on the wall for easy viewing while lying in bed was the TV, with a hundred cable channels I could flip through while drifting in and out of sleep. The floors in the room were made of black and white checkered tile that was cold on my bare feet when I got out of bed to hunt for the bathroom. In the bathroom was a porcelain toilet with handrails beside it like the ones found in the handicap stalls of public restrooms. On the wall behind the toilet, was a button you could pus…


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