In the end, hospitals just kind of suck

I don't like using that word, not just because it's graphic and obscene, which it really is more than things you're not supposed to say, but because it's used in place of using probably 100 other words that would be more useful and descriptive. An excuse for not giving any thought into what you say.

I tend to save it for situations like this, where the whole combination of time warp and constant beeping and gurgling and hissing and families sleeping for night after night in brightly lit waiting rooms is so unpleasant as to defy any kind of shorthand description. There's an episode of House where they're trying to get him to come to work when there's a meningitis outbreak where he says something like, "Hospitals? Nooo, lots of sick people there." That's kind of how I feel.

It's around 1:00PM now and I haven't been outside yet. We'll have some visitors later- both daughters- and I'll be able to get out and walk around. Maybe I can even do some exercise other than walking, though the walking is highly entertaining around here.

Medicalwise, I guess things are okay. Post-surgery pain management is the main thing, but they seem to be finding the right balance. Ronnie is finally able to get some sleep. When you're in bed this long, they sometimes put things on your calves to squeeze them to prevent blood clots (same reason you should get up and walk around when you're on a plane flight). Hard to sleep with that kind of thing. But it doesn't have to be on 24/7 apparently.

So yeah, hospitals are kind of like casinos, except in most cases with a more positive outcome. I'm going to be really happy when I get home.