I don't remember much from my hospital days...

I don't remember much from my hospital days-- I dreamt a lot about people in my life both past and present. I dreamt that everyone came to see me and to wish me will during my recovery.

My memories of my 8 or 9 days at the hospital were quite different then the stories my family told me about them. Maybe it was meant to be a blessing. To help to wash away the fear of what I was going through. It was like going down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland, my days filled with pieces of memories, some real, some not.

My family told me I tried to climb out of bed, and to rip off my IV. I thank them for watching over me. I thank medical technology, my doc, the nurses, my family for saving me.