Regular room time

     I was wheeled into a room, sadly not by the window, that was occupied.  A man I would gauge about anywhere in his 50's to 60's, I remember no names.  Nice guy.  Seemed he'd had a defibrillator put in.  Unsure if it was surgery or there was a problem.  Wasn't much of a bother, I was probably more to him.  He had a wife, hard to describe.  She wore glasses, old style big hair, but her teeth.  Lots of them, long but narrow, she was pleasant.
     He was annoyed and wanted to be released, oh how I knew those days.  One of his problems was that he never asked the right questions when the Dr.s came by.  He'd call and bitch and moan to his wife and she'd make phone calls or come by and get answers.
     The room was much smaller, I was still on the catheter, sure now I remember the word.  So bathroom wasn't much of an issue yet.  Called for a bed pan and such.  Could order any food.  They did have to give me an injection to somehow increase or enlarge my esophagus, always had a small one.  And I just didn't get the fact that I had to grind the food to nothing before trying to swallow.
     That caused a lot of foul noises from me, felt bad for the roommate.  We'd talk a bit now and then.  He had owned some sort of business, now retired.  Just wanted to get the Hell out of the hospital.  I tried my best but as of yet still only could manage monosyllabic words for short times.  Still had that wonderful rasp in my normally shrill voice I can't stand. 
     The nurses were awesome.  Told me I had to walk.  Told them I'd like to get in at least 2 a day, more if possible, they liked that.  Generally patients who are easy going and want to recover seem to be a favorite I think.  My roommate still had tantrums at times.  More than once was close to signing himself out of the hospital.  Always a bad idea.
     You of course always can sign yourself out against Dr.s orders.  However, that can mean the insurance companies won't cover much and you may be left with the bulk of the bill.
     The walks were tough but I enjoyed them, at first someone holding on to me just in case.  In my emaciated condition, do not know my weight yet, an elderly person could of carried me I think.
     At one point a Dr. from the defibrillator came in, wanted to adjust the roomies one.  Long story short roomie wasn't approving, worse, the Dr. couldn't figure out how to work the machine.  So he left.  And life went on it's merry way.