The honeymoon is over.

So much for the luxury suite! Gone is the panorama window and the privacy. This is the real hospital shit now. It smells like death. The man next to me is coughing up a lung. He actually told me to get out of here before they kill me. Seriously.

I am tired from the move. There is barely room in my curtained off section for another person. This is not the high point of the experience.

Time for percocet and nap time.