Seems quiet and clean now. But 30 hours in the ICU was loud, bloody, messy, smelly, and painful. Can still hear the screams from the guy next to me, and the never ending moans from the guy two bays over. No one slept. Everything dragged on for what seemed like forever. I just focused on my breath. One in, one out. Next. One in, one out. That kept the panic at bay. One time in the middle of the night I tried to gently turn over but ripped out all the wires from my chest. Then a small army of nurses flew in with little flashlights shining them in my eyes. Nurses aren’t normal, btw. They are extraordinary. Without them, we all die. Anyway, every day is rehab day now. Progress is painfully slow but steady.