Saturday afternoon my mom drove me to the ER of Morristown Memorial Hospital to be admitted for my surgery the following day. For some odd reason, insurance companies make you go through the ER first before you can be admitted; even despite having a set date on when your surgery is going to take place.
When we got there I was kinda nervous and I had to walk in on my own since my mom said she wanted to park the car first. As I'm walking in, I was still in awe of the situation and what my reality was at that moment. I was just still astonished because I felt I was so healthy and how could something so horrific happen to someone so young and in such great shape with no prior health disorder.
As I walked in and told them my name at the front desk, I couldn't help notice how old and deteriorating the place looked. The walls were a cracked pale yellow and looked like they hadn't been remodeled in years. I then started second guessing myself if this was the right choice because I figured if a hospital isn't looking so well how good could these Drs. really be.
When my mom arrived I told her my thoughts on the hospital and she said this isn't where I would be staying and that it would be nicer. And that it has nothing to do with how good the Drs. really are. Shortly after checking in they, quickly took me to the back to wait for a room where I would really be staying in.
A few hours later and a poorly performed hep lock, I was rolled into a really nice room with wooden closets, a granite countertop and a room all to myself. They called it the suite or something like that but all I could think was about getting the surgery over with. About an hr or so later my mom left and she said she would be back in the morning when the surgery was going to take place. While I waited I tried not to think too much about the surgery and what was going to happen the next day.
That night I also had to take a shower with this special septic soap that would get rid of any bacteria to prevent infection. While I was pretty calm for expecting a major surgery the next day, I was unable to sleep even with an ambien and probably only got two hrs of sleep.
When my mom arrived I told her my thoughts on the hospital and she said this isn't where I would be staying and that it would be nicer. And that it has nothing to do with how good the Drs. really are. Shortly after checking in they, quickly took me to the back to wait for a room where I would really be staying in.
A few hours later and a poorly performed hep lock, I was rolled into a really nice room with wooden closets, a granite countertop and a room all to myself. They called it the suite or something like that but all I could think was about getting the surgery over with. About an hr or so later my mom left and she said she would be back in the morning when the surgery was going to take place. While I waited I tried not to think too much about the surgery and what was going to happen the next day.
That night I also had to take a shower with this special septic soap that would get rid of any bacteria to prevent infection. While I was pretty calm for expecting a major surgery the next day, I was unable to sleep even with an ambien and probably only got two hrs of sleep.
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