Morning came way too fast for my liking. After a night of being woken up, countless times, just so the nurses could get my vitals, my eyes feel like sandpaper. I thought being in the hospital, people would sympathize with you, and let you sleep in, but no; it’s the complete opposite. They tell you to rest, but they don’t allow you to when they are constantly in and out of your room. It’s seven thirty in the morning, and another nurse is back in my room, “Good morning, Ella! My name is Joan, and I’ll be your nurse for this shift.” Her smile is warm and genuine, but I don’t care at this point. To me, she’s the devil’s spawn! “It isn’t good unless I can sleep in, and we can both see that isn’t happening,” I grunt and then shove my face down, and into the soft pillow. Nurse Joan has the audacity to chuckle, as though I was making some kind of joke, “Someone isn’t a morning person,” I hear her moving around my room, making all kinds of noise, “Don’t mind me, dear, I’ll be in and out in
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