This post could be filled to the brimm with complaining about how hospitals
are chaotic yet slow and disgusting and depressing especially when you're there from 3am till 10:30....
(wait...I just complained!).
With that put aside I really am thankful that my husband is going to be okay,
It seems that whenever I'm in hospitals the ticking of the clock is always there.
Starring at the clock, surrounded by closed white walls drives me insane.
All I know is that if I'm ever dying, I don't want it to be in a hospital.