Being in the hospital is tough.
You go from looking like this:
To feeling like this:
People stab your arm (Oops! Twice! And without giving the lidocaine time to work!) and thread lines from your arm into your heart:
And then people come and make April Fool's Day at the hospital (see my "visitor" staring out the window? Totally fooled nurses and techs!).
And people come and play games and sit and talk.
And people bring wonderful, brightly colored Bible verses to decorate your room.
And people bring pansies picked from their yard.
Although they haven't hung my TPN yet, I am well-nourished.