At home at the hospital?...

On my 6th night at the hospital, I know all the nurses (I think), some by their names. Some come and greet me and check how I am even if they're not in charge of my room on that particular shift, one tried to teach me a few words of Hebrew, other explains me everything in Hebrew, slowly, looking me in the eyes in a coach-like way, trying that I follow up though I haven't a clue...

Now that I'm feeling better it's not even that bad...
(joking... but there are worse places to be and surely worse hospitals)

PS no stress, I should be out tomorrow and it was 'just' a gall bladder infection. As soon as I can write properly (only one hand free as I'm still on I/V antibiotic), I'll post the whole story, well, the interesting details of it.