A Gen Xer goes to the hospital.

On Monday, April 1 I went to the doctor and she spoke these words that have never been spoken to me in fifty-seven years of life.  

"We've got to get you to the hospital." 

In a couple of hours, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the constant hum of medical equipment. It all began with a cough that became severe leaving me unable to sleep, weak, and unable to carry on with my daily routines. What I thought was a minor ailment escalated into a serious condition, leading to his week-long stay in the hospital.

The first few days were the toughest. I wasn't in pain but I knew I was facing a serious situation. Among the challenges the challenges, he found solace in the support of family and friends, in the care and attention of some of the hospital staff, some of the nurses were not caring or nice. I had exceptional doctors who explained my treatment plan with patience and empathy.

As the days passed, my condition steadily improved. Though challenges lay ahead, I face them with newfound resilience and determination.

Finally, on Saturday, April 6, I was discharged from the hospital. I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the unexpected journey I had undertaken. With each step, I'm moving forward, embracing this healing journey with courage and resilience.

I hope this explains where I've been for the last few weeks.