A little get away

I am no stranger to physical pain.

That's why when I had an obnoxious pain in my back I ignored it. My life is filled to the brim with random aches and pains. The next day, however, I was told to go to the hospital, immediately. They were assuming I had an infection which needed IV antibiotics. 

I got so excited.  I packed a little bag of stuff.  A fun book to read, my cell phone, some cozy pajamas and sour candy, as I was still two weeks before Lovely Little Lena Mae was born, so I was sure to bring the sour candy.  

I made a quick phone call and a family friend came to my house to take care of the boys, and I was on my way to the hospital.  I arrived safely and fell into the arms of a manly and handsome man and began to embark on a wonderfully romantic adventure. 

Arm in arm, we went to the front desk together and checked in.  A nice lady handed me some papers to fill out, and we were swiftly escorted to the Mother Baby unit, where we were taken to a small room with no windows, and an awful bed. I was asked a lot of questions which at the time seemed very irrelevant, and a baby monitor was strapped around my belly to be sure little lovely Lena was safe. 

Surely this day was turning out much different than expected. Instead of sitting in our yard under a shady tree thinking about what to prepare for supper I was watching nature on TV and squeezing Isaiah's arm off.  

Soon, the nurse stopped asking me questions, and began to try to insert an IV into my arm.  "Good luck nurse", I said in my head. I have small veins and so I knew I was to sit there for a very long time as I was stabbed over and over, and that I would have bruises all over my arm the next day. Finally, the IV was inserted  and the struggle was over.  However, as I was laying there I suddenly was in unbearable pain.  I cried out for some pain killers, and after what seemed like an eternity I was finally given some. 

About forty minutes later,  Isaiah was wheeling me down the hospital hallway, which for some reason seemed to be very funny. I asked him to spin me around in circles and he did so. That was funny too.  I don't know why everything was just suddenly so funny. 

He walked me down the hall and we opened the door to my hospital room for the night. When the door opened, I was greeted by a window that filled the whole wall and flooded the room with light. I had never seen anything so beautiful. 

As for the handsome man, he wheeled me over to the guest bed and helped me sit on it. There, hand in hand, we watched the sun set together over the Sacred Heart Parking lot, through the big window that you can not open because here at SHMC it is believed that the outside air is toxic.  

Pretty soon, Isaiah had to leave.  I was sad but very happy at the same time.  The things of my frantic and busy life were not around me. No one was going to ask me for help for anything. It was just me and my new smart phone,  and my sour candy.  Oh and of course a nurse who would constantly come in the room and ask if I needed anything. Every time she came and asked I gave her a resounding "YES" because I loved being served, not because they had anything to offer me that I actually wanted beside really amazing ice that was fun to chew on.  So I ate a lot of ice that night. 

In the morning I was given breakfast in bed.  Sure it was a horrible fake breakfast, but it was served to me in my bed. And I was feeling better and better.  By ten I no longer had to be walked to the bathroom.  By noon I was remembering my family.  By one I was actually missing them a bunch, and I was realizing it was the pain killers that were causing me to be amused at any of the options on the television. 

Soon, I was released to go home. I was feeling much better and Isaiah was so happy to have me back.  I was able to look at my home with new eyes as my boys kissed and hugged me.  

So, how is that for a 6,400 dollar get away for the night?