Afterward the nurses sent me to my own private room. It was full of gifts from loved ones, and I was never left without a smile from one of the nurses. When such a bad thing happened to me, I presumed that I had hit rock bottom and I would have to face the world on my own climbing back up but to my surprise the staff was as brilliantly wonderful as I ever could have imagined.
When I first got there my surgeons (yes more than one!) sat down next to me in my hospital bed and let me know exactly what I would be experiencing. They checked on me daily (which is something I never really expect from doctors with a lot of work to do.) The nurses were by far the best. Whether it was the nightly shift (considering I spent so much time in bed for a little over two weeks) or the daily shift, they were very helpful.
The nurses would help coerce me out of bed so that I could help rehabilitate myself in walking and they even brought me some soft toothbrushes when the plaque caused by my wired shut jaw was driving me crazy. I stayed so long because I had to go in for two surgeries- they were the same type of surgery I just needed it redone. The staff, especially the doctors, had no doubt in their mind that the second time the procedure would turn out fine and they were right.
I know it wasn't easy dealing with someone that was getting Loritab and Morphine on several occasions as the hours passed, but I hope that I could have shown how grateful I was to the staff for their continued support for me. Sometimes the nurses would come in just to talk to me for 10 or 15 minutes.
If it had not been for the incident that put me in the hospital I would have assumed that I was in a 5-star hotel being waited on hand and foot by the best staff ever! In the end the doctors were there to help explain everything to me calmly so I knew exactly what was going to happen next, the nurses were their to comfort and help rehabilitate me, and, of course, I couldn't have done it without the loved ones by my side.
I would give my hospital experience an A+ for the amount of effort they put in, and to even see them become sad when I left. I felt as close to home as I could without actually being there.
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- The staff was excellent on their treatment of me!
- The nurses always got me excited to begin rehabilitation.
- The doctors' would sit down next to me and explain the surgeries to me from beginning to end.



