Hospital stays suck.
This was my sixth stay and it was no different. Vitals are taken every four hours to make sure you're still alive. There are numerous tethers, tubes, and wires coming out of every part of your body. Some give you fluids. Some take them away.
There's no such thing as sleep. You pass out for a few minutes here and there. Seriously, when I was Tweeting during my stay at @snowboardvstree, I'd regularly fall asleep mid-Tweet, wake up, dreaming about what I had written, and look at my phone, not sure if what I had dreamt was real or not.
Brooke witnessed this several times and got a huge kick out of it.
You're confined to a bed. You can't shower. When serious pain medications are pumped directly into your veins, you can't poop. Oh god, you cannot poop.
All of the ingredients are here to make you and everyone around you completely miserable.
You're left with two options. Succumb to it, be a terrible person, and make everyone else around you miserable.
Or counter it by making fun of it. Making fun of how ridiculous everything is. Laugh at it. It's my form of a positive attitude and it's something Brooke told me about on the first day of my accident. She's a nurse. She's been in both the ER and the ICU. She's seen patients with great outlooks but poor attitudes die. And she's seen patients given a terrible prognosis maintain positive attitudes and totally dominate their disease.
I like to be funny. And it was incredibly easy to laugh at the ridiculousness of my situation. It's how I've coped.
And apparently it's infectious. Every single one of my nurses, nurse techs, and staff were hilarious and fun to be around. I'm not sure if they were the ones being funny and it rubbed off on me or if it was the other way around. But it didn't matter.
It made my hospital stay fun. And there were plenty of people that contributed to the hilarity.
I didn't get a chance to take a picture of everyone during the stay, but all of the staff you see pictured above were hilarious, entertaining, and warm. They all definitely helped me recover faster than I should.
And the attitude can go both ways. I had a couple of instances where some Debbie Downers came in but I quickly turned them around and got them laughing. It was easy and it made both of our days a little better. All it took was to ask her how her day was going and get her to let the guard down.
It's so easy for someone to bring you down. Work a little bit, bring them up, and you'll both be better off for it.
And it was all due to laughing at the fact that my leg was missing, I had tubes inside me, and that I wouldn't get an opportunity to poop for weeks.
Power of the mind.