I hate that noise, I hate the aches and pains in my joints, I hate this bed.

"Has the doctor said when I can be discharged?" I ask Michael for the umpteenth time this week.

Nothing frustrates me more than hospitals. I despise this place.

When I was nine I fractured my femur climbing the old oak tree at my Papa's house. He rushed me to the hospital and I was stuck there on all the same unnecessary stuff I am today.

Besides now I did almost die, and I am currently stuck ...