The Hospital Experience, or, What I remember of the Hospital Experience

La La Land is a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there.

But I felt as if I have spent a lot of time there for the past three days. (Just ask Bill).  We arrived at the hospital at 7 am, hurry up and wait.We did the due diligence, made the decisions about anesthesia (general) and femoral block (yes) and off we went.  By one o'clock I was in my room (private).  A private room in this case means there are two TVs, ergo two remotes and two phones, but only one bed.  The remotes control the TVs, the lights, and the nurses' call button.  When the phone rings, though, you have to find it, and the first one you find, might be the wrong one. Now, the lights are a different problem, because the aide may give you one nearby, but it does not mean that that one controls the lights that are on or off, which, of course, you don't find out until you need to, and then it's too late.  And let's not forget about your cell phone.  So much to keep track of with only 1/2 a brain functioning.

I awoke in a device that moves your leg into positions you are not sure it wants to go in yet, but drugs are a wonderful thing!  Who knew.  And now at least it's moving.