I'm posting from my lovely hospital bed with the blaring of a TV in the background and a maze of cords and tubes wrapped around certain parts of my body. And, this room, well, it's not the Ritz, and I dare say I could've stayed at the Ritz for a month at these prices.
Surgery went wonderfully. There were no complications or surprises. Well, there weren't any complications or surprises until they wheeled me from recovery to an itty bitty, outdated semi-private room. Ya'll I totally lost my cool. I was not kind. I was not peaceful. I was not understanding, nor joyful. I was downright rude! And, now I feel so bad about that. In fact, I feel so bad that I've had to go back and apologize to a few people who I'm sure that I offended this morning. Anesthesia and pain medications make me a little edgy and irritable. Okay, okay, they make me a different person, altogether.
I demanded (in a way that was not very God-honoring) that they either get me a private room or send me home. Finally, my surgeon came in and said, "You aren't going home. But, we will get you some privacy." This appeased me.
Then, I felt terrible because my roommate in the old room was the cutest, sweetest little old lady, and I was just not having that semi-private room. I mean, as soon as I first saw her, I burst into tears and then started ranting and raving from then on out. It's hard enough to rest in a hospital without having to share a room with someone else.
So, this is my confession to you today. I am not always kind. And, I wasn't today. I wish that I would've been, but I wasn't.