Hospitals ... or, anyway, this hospital ... was not a bad place to be. The nursing care was great and I always felt well looked after. There was always something going on so, as I recovered and my reality became less obscured by medication, it was interesting to learn the procedures and routines of the cardiac unit. Of course F. was there too, twice a day usually, and that was fantastic. I felt pretty lucky compared to those who didn't have many visitors (and especially when compared to Mr. D.A. whose visits resulted in spats and tears).
So thanks a lot Bobby G.
Glad I could be an excuse for you to take the bike out on a road trip. It was sure good to see your friendly face and to share a few laughs.
It was good to share the high of recovery with ya. Thanks for taking the time to come up and to spend a couple of hours. And for the cool Mag too ... it helped to pass the time.
Having visitors certainly helped me keep a positive attitude and kept me focused on getting out and back home to continue the recovery.
Thanks guys.
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