It doesn’t really matter how good I feel when I am discharged, I just hate being in that one room! And it’s not like I couldn’t bring anything to make it more comfortable. So that makes me think it’s simply that I’m not supposed to leave the room after they help me in.
I’m so ornery. Of all the things to grumble and fuss about, it’s the ‘tiny room’ that gets to me. Not the IV port they put in my arm (or hand). Not the food. (This hospital has delicious food, if you’re on the regular diet.) Not even all the tests and everything that comes about for being in the hospital. It’s the room.
The silliest bit is purely that my stays aren’t at all long. 3-5 days at the most. And this time, I was able to sleep without having to have a medication for sleep. Or any music playing to try to drown the noise in the hallway out. So that’s always good.
…then again, it could have been that I have the ‘odd schedule’ for sleep talking there. Almost always awake til 3-4 am and sleeping til 1-3 pm. Who knows. XD
Sometime I should be back on my normal, more artwork showing schedule. Soon as I get a bit of control over the MS and whatever else is playing up.