It feels good to be home even though I'll be sitting on the coach for the next two weeks. In the last days I spent a couple hours in emergency and 20 slow hours in bed watching tv, dreaming and drawing. I had a couple blood clots in my leg. It runs in the family. I hate taking the meds. In the emergency room I spent my time laying next to a young girl who was 'crazy'. For about an hour they were restraining her while she went on yelling rants about religion and constipation, talking to her many intimidating invisible friends in the room and attempting to convince everyone else in the room they could let her go. They injected her with something because after an hour went by she was having semi-normal conversations with everyone in the room. We had a crazy conversation about why we have hospitals and her dreams about being an artist. And I don't know if this is good or bad, but doctors and nurses were coming over and checking out my leg. I guess deep vein thrombosis as bad as mine is rare. Hospitals cost so damn much. I was able to get out of the doctor that the average cost for a bed at the hospital would cost about $5k. Granted thats a private hospital, but fuck. When I said I might want to check myself out early I had to talk to the director at the hospital telling me the dangers of dieing if I moved around too much. Then the nurses had to convince me not to go to the county hospital because they said I would die there. At this point you have to question what your life is worth. It ended up costing me a nice payment plan. I don't have insurance. So I shouldn't be going out for about 2 years.
My second room where I had to spend the night had this older gentlemen who couldn't stop coughing. I felt real bad for him and I think the nurses felt real bad for me, so they moved him. Had some good friends stop by. Parents stopped by. Nurse stopped by on an hourly basis to check my vitals. One of them was cute.
