At 5:30 in the morning, with your Toradol wearing off and the CNA's consistently waking you to check your vitals sleep becomes a thing only wished for in the hospital. Suddenly the television becomes your BFF. Unfortunately the only things on at 5:30 in the morning are infomercials.
That is where I found myself Wednesday morning. Since I was fortunate enough to have a private room I had the option of watching TV instead of laying in a semi-dark room waiting for someone to come give me pain meds in my IV.
In the course of 20 minutes I was told my life would be changed by a Brazilian Butt Lift workout video, a gel nail color, a new pillow, some kind of kitchen gadget, and a money management program.
Silly me was too busy being thankful I live in a country where health care is readily available and that we have insurance to pay for the emergency surgery I had just been through. Next time I'll pay more attention to my nails.