i'm lucky in some ways. I'm not luky because my leg was mangked in a track and field accident. I'm not lucky because I was assaulted. I'm not lucky because my appendix ruptured when a half-wit could've diagnosed appendicitis before it ruptured. I'm not even lucky becuaswe I have mono. Mono sucks.
i'm lucky becuase I'm not in a hospital. People with mono aren't typically admitted to hosiptals, although I'm closer to hospital incarceration than most of my fellow mono sufferers becaus of an enlarged spleen, still, I'm not yet locked up in a hospital bed. Instead, i'm in my own comfortable room. it has a pink, white, and black color scheme. It has room for my baby grand piano. It has a flatscreen TV. It has a bed at least one hundred times more comfortable than the most comfortable hospital bed. It has awesome vertical blinds that can allow the room to be filled with sunlight or can be a virual cave. i have multiple matching sheets, comforters, and rugs. The bathroom mathces the color scheme of the room, and has towels actuall thick enough to dry me after a shower, as opposed to my parents' cast-off towels to which I used to be relgaqted to using, which wouldn't have adequately dried someone sanding outside during a drought.
my point here is not to boast of the generosity of my godparents in creating my room. My point is that people with ilnesses would recuperate faster and more cheaply if they checked into four-star hotels and hired registered nurses to care for them while there. Hospitals don't really make people well.qatients recover in spite of hospitals, not because of them