Day 178. Every day they say maybe you will go home today. Then by the end of the day, I would ask if I was going home and the answer would be maybe tomorrow.
I would also ask if they knew what type of Meningitis I had. "No, maybe tomorrow." Luckily they were giving me morphine because with that numbing medicine I didn't care as much.
It is amazing how I became used to the nurses coming in every 2-3 hours to test my vitals. I barely woke up. I would just lift my arms, stick out my finger and open my mouth. I just hated having to pee so often. Especially since I had not changed my underwear in days.
Maybe tomorrow I will go home.
Until tomorrow...
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