Another new roommate.
Another set of orthostatic vitals.
Another call to ask to turn off the bed alarm.
Another breakfast the size of Texas.
Another morning waking up in a hospital bed.
Another wish to be home.
Another few early moments not spent in self hatred that fade quickly to loathing.
Another pair of hospital socks, pants, and a robe.
Another battery replacement for my heart monitor.
Another hour spent waiting for something to do.
Another meeting with my team of doctors.
Another day here on Farr 7.
Today marks day 15.