Dad being in the hospital was a major wake up call for me. I have not always had the best relationship with my dad, I’ve always loved him but not always been nice to him. I realized the other day though, after hanging up with my brother, that I have failed to let my dad know how I feel. I realized that if this situation had been more serious, I might never have gotten the chance to tell him.

Later that day, I called the hospital and talked to my dad, and I did something I should have done a long time ago.

I love you dad.

You may have noticed the daily updates from twitter. I added that partly so you would know that I am still alive and partly to make sure my site has something new on it when I don’t feel like making a whole post. Yeah, it’s cheating I suppose but at least there is something new to read every day!

I will get to the rest of the hospital story soon enough but for now I am working on someones website and I need to figure out the google maps setup so I can make maps for their site. So for now, see you later.

I felt horrid when I finally woke up. Though I had informed them that I was claustrophobic they still has to put an oxygen mask on me due to the difficulties they were having waking me up. A nurse was standing right there waiting and as soon as I opened my eyes she was there to remove it and put on the nasal cannula. As I awoke I noticed dull throb in my abdominal area and my brain was pretty foggy as well. The nurses that were attending to me were very thorough, as soon as I was coherent enough to stop babbling they gave me The Button to deliver my Morphine! I considered this a bonus! My only instructions were that I can push the button every 10 minutes and I was not to let anyone else touch my button, not a problem.

After a little while in the recovery room, they finally moved me to my room. It was a single bed room, I was in heaven. A morphine pump and a private room, in one day, I almost exploded with joy. As I started to get comfortable in my room I noticed that there was actually another tube in my nose, pumping stuff out of my stomach, yes it was annoying but they told me that until my system started working on its own again that I was stuck with it.

Day two in the hospital was when they informed me that the room I was in was temporary! I was actually in a different area than where they normally would put me. They were remodeling the other rooms, crap. Not too much further into the day they moved me into my regular room. There was no one else in there yet so at least I got the bed by the window. The view of the other side of the building didn’t do much for me, but it was better than nothing. Too bad I was going to have a roommate soon.