why you don't go to a hospital to get sleep.

Thought I would share some insights into why we would rather not stay at the hospital again tonight. While we LOVE our excellent doctors and have received mostly good nursing care, hospitals have their down sides. Last night went like this: As it takes a while to wind down and get comfortable, about 1am we were starting to settle into the deep & good kind of sleep. At 2am a nurse entered the room and said that Mike's blood pressure was up and the doctor ordered some blood pressure medicine. (A while before Mike had told me he had a crazy dream. After the nurse gave the medicine I asked if it was a scary dream and Mike said it was very wacky AND very scary. Bingo on the blood pressure.) Then she said she would be back at 4am to check his blood pressure again. Ugh. That is like trying to sleep knowing your phone is going to ring! I tried not to wig out remembering that the night before we got our best sleep from 4am to 8am. Well, she didn't make it back until 4:20, and because she left the IV machine unhooked and beeping, she wasn't completely out of the room until 5:30am. The first resident came through about 6am. A team of residents followed at 6:30am. Our breakfast tray full of food we never use followed at 7am, and shortly after that a respiratory tech showed up to check the oxygen in our room which we do not use. By 8am we were too exasperated to sleep. Add to the above scenario about 5 pee breaks and you have a good picture of our night! Mike's progressive progress was not based on sleep. It is kind of therapeutic to laugh about it now, so thank you for indulging me while Mike is taking a nap!