Overnite at the Hilton

It is very funny when the nursing staff greets you by name when coming out of the elevators. I wanted a private room, but thoracic surgery has move to the 6th floor and the accommodations are certainly not up to snuff. I had a room-mate who would not shut up talking, but I was nice and high on a combination of morphine and percocets... YUMMY! The pain in my chest cavity is pretty bad 7 out of 10, but they must have strapped the arm down while doing the surgery in some weird ass position because it hurts like 2 vicodans/every 4 hours. The wording of the surgeons has been very interesting..." we accomplished what we set out to do" but I am not sure what that really means.