I made the Stroke Unit look sexy...like seriously.
The Stroke Unit at NYU is gorgeous. I mean seriously, when I was there, I felt like I was at a four star hotel. There were four beds and a personal nurse in that room, plus a beautiful view of Queens and the water straight across.
I'm so five star and my case was so urgent that I was almost immediately shuffled upstairs and placed in a bed near the door...I later sweet talked my way over to a window bed. As I lay with ivs and plugs all over me, I laughed. I still couldn't believe this happened to me. Now, before I continue, I have to say, I'm pretty vain. I would rather you see me smiling and all than sick and in a bed which is why I didn't tell many that I was in the hospital.
The only other patient in the room when I was first brought in was a woman who had to be at least 35. She was being discharged....I was highly jealous. The vibe in the room was so chill, it hardly felt like an ICU. The nurses were so helpful and nice and catered to my needs. I really felt like they cared. It really bugs me that I can't remember their names right now, damn you stroke, but wow, they were like little angels.
At this point, I was only being pumped with saline. Can't drug me up if they don't know what caused the stroke, right? It was just saline, a heart monitor, some other monitor and me still in my makeup from the morning and wearing pj bottoms (I was not about to let things hang out! Told you I was vain!) in a surprisingly comfy hospital bed.
That night, after my loved ones left, fear started to set in. I panicked...but at least I got my bed moved to the window! Two older patients were brought in, I would say in their 70s and then I got nervous. Suddenly, everyone around me was older, like fossil old, and then there was me, alone in a room with a nurse about my age staring out the window at the water.