I’m leaving the hospital Finally!
First, I took a shower, and the water washed off most of my dried blood.
It was nice leaving that torturous place. I went directly to the Ronald McDonald House after getting out of the hospital.
The guy at the reception desk gave me a tour of the House. There’s a community kitchen, but we have our own individual pantry and refrigerator section. There’s also a community pantry, refrigerator, and freezer. The Ronald McDonald House has several playrooms, a gym, a backyard playground, and a community dining room. The Ronald McDonald House also has a shuttle between them and the hospital.
My room was nice. It had 2 beds, and a bathroom. I can’t help but think it’s not that great for long stay housing. It’s more like a hotel room than anything.
The Ronald McDonald House was serving dinner downstairs today. This usually happens. Nonprofits usually come to the Ronald McDonald House and make dinner for families that stay here.
I ate outside. I was sitting next to a family, and I overheard their conversation. Their son was 5 years old, but had 3 heart transplants!
3??? I can barely survive this one. I left and decided to eat inside. That story made me sad.
While I was eating dinner, my heart suddenly started pounding. I instantly got mad. I’m angry with the world.
I told my Mom, “I hate this place.” I want to go home, not stay in a hotel for 3 months!
My Mom told me not to be angry. I’m lucky I got my heart in the first place. I only waited for 2 weeks, not 6 years.
I can’t be happy about this situation. I mean, this is what I’ve been working for??? To stay in a hotel room for 3 months???