J.A. Malec
8The first two days after the hospital stay were pure havoc. New doctors and nurses were coming to visit every few minutes to check on me. Eve and Ariel were coming over as well, to check if everything was alright. Even the ICU doctor dropped by to asses if everything is in order. David wouldn't leave my bedside. He was sleeping in the armchair next to my bed.
I was feeling good, but those frequent visits and supervision that felt like I was some kind of a prisoner, started to tire me. One time, I took advantage of the fact that David went to the bathroom, and asked the doctor if it is really necessary for me to be taken care by so many people. He decided that since I feel much better, the number of caregivers can be decreased, so I can get some more rest. From now on, nurses
