Let us begin the recovery.

     Took awhile, but most seemed to get the point that I was not who was supposed to be in the room.  One of the cleaning crew came in, squinted his eyes at me, I just said switched rooms.  Nope, no one seemed to be telling me anything.
     At this point someone with glasses came in.  Dressed up in a suit, glared at me harshly.  Never said a word.  Left the room, nurse wasn't there.  I saw him pick up my several pound file and heard yelling.  I recall him saying he wanted to know what the Hell was going on.  He'd come in specifically today for the other person.  I seem to hazily recall a lot of arguing.
     My concept of time was nil and void, even if there was a clock I couldn't have been able to see it.  Later he returned, used my full name and promised to take good care of me.  It was chilling.  Worse yet, he was the main main in charge of the pharmacy.  I was firghtened.  Did I tell anyone, of course not.
     Well I finally inquired about my items that I left when I went in for surgery, some weeks ago.  Most notably my glasses and cell phone.  These could not be located.  It took quite a lot of time.  The nurse who was on duty on the other side of step down came in and questioned me.  I told her I gave them my stuff and it was inventoried.
     Unsure when, next day or not it was located.  2 bags.  I contained my urine soaked slippers which I told them to throw out the day of the incident.  The other my folder and my cell phone and most happily my glasses.  I COULD SEE AGAIN.  The room was large for ICU standards.  And there were windows.  The room that I thought the woman was staring at me from, angrily, turned out to be a supply room.  They turned on my T.V.
     Room service became a routine.  I would not order until I was sure the other room ordered first and was delivered.  The man delivering the food would always assure me when it was safe to do so.  I wanted to cause no more fuss.  I just wanted to start my recovery.
     Every day on duty began with the angry man with glasses coming in and assuring me he'd take good or excellent care of me.  Again this was my only fearfull time of this.  Belive it or not, I was more concerened he'd neglect someone else because of the furor I'd inadverdently caused.  Nothing ever happened as far as I know.