Hospital Hell

I spent 10 days in the hospital recently. I don't recommend it. I can't figure out why it's necessary to wake someone up at 3am to weigh them. The nurses at the third hospital I stayed at would let you sleep, oh maybe three hours, then wake you up to puncture you, or give you a pill, or weigh you, or just to wake you up and chat. This third hospital also insisted on this very annoying tube down through my nose into my stomach. They wanted to make sure the bleeding wasn't going on there. I told them we had done plenty of tests and diverticulitis in the colon was the problem, but they still insisted on the nose thing. Not only did it give me a 3 day headache, but it accomplished nothing but make me angry and feel like I was going to puke any second. The one good thing that came out of it is I didn't have to drink a second gallon of this stuff called Go Lightly. That was like drinking a gallon of dish soap. I got even though. I asked the Dr. to at least give me something so the thing didn't irritate me. Morphine and some relaxer put me out cold. They pumped the stuff in and I pumped the stuff out the other end...but of course I was not awake, so they got to clean me and the bed up. Unfortunately the Dr. didn't get the joy of his results. I went a week without food or water. They wouldn't even give me ice chips for most of it. Finally some nurse had sympathy on me. I finally got a liquid diet on a Friday. First food since Sunday. Boy did that Jello taste good. But then they kicked me out. Food was suddenly OK. I was back that night and spent the weekend and most of Monday at the hospital that never sleeps. It's been about a week now and after 12 units of blood, I'm still pretty weak and dizzy when I walk around. But at least I can sleep longer than 2 hours, and the IVs are disconnected. Things could be worse.