New Room; New Story

So the next part of my story is not as in-line as the beginning. SO much happened that I remember so from here on out, my posts are strictly stories and turning points in my recovery. Today I think I'll start with my first day in my new hospital room! It was about 100X nicer than the ICU room. There was green walls, LOADS of space, and gorgeous windows. The bed was perfect too. Of course it was close to impossible to get comfortable but that bed moved so many ways that 2 times out of 10 I could rest. The first day there I had to put on my back brace (apparently i was fitted for it in the ICU...) which I was ordered to wear for 6 months. In order to put this giant piece of plastic over my entire upper body I had to roll onto my sides and get Velcroed in. Now, I'm sure that task doesn't sound too painful, but with 12 broken ribs, a chest tube, and a broken back, I don't think I have felt more pain in my life. And because of the nerve damage done to my right arm, If any one as much as blew on it pain shot through my arm like a bullet (leading to some pleasant screams). Once that bad boy was firmly suctioned to my body I was allowed to rest for the night. I was so pumped full of drugs that the only thing I remember from the rest of that night was waking up in 4 hour intervals to take even MORE pain killers (I had to take them with vanilla pudding because I couldn't swallow them...eww). LIGHTS OUT!