I just spent the last four days in the hospital.  Like staying, or should I say paying for, the Hilton.  With less care, worse(and in my case NO) food, and the mattress from hell.  I am now sitting in my comfortable room, next to my faithful pooch, jammen' to Stevie Ray Vaughn - Rood Mood.  There is no place like home.  I am in the medical prof. myself and some of the things those nurses do without gloves on freaks me out.  I also had the great displeasure of being lectured by the Social Worker because I choose to be a "No Code".  She told me it was a selfish decision at my age.  So I had to point out that they don't have me hooked up to any machines that would tell them the instant my heart stopped and that they don't check on me unless I ring for them or at shift change (which is every 12 hours at this particular hospital) and that I do not want to be brought around after 15 minutes of clinical death to burdon my family with my drooling ass.  She didn't appreciate my terminology but I didn't like her. period. so I guess we were even.  Anyway, I am glad to be back with the living and at home.  Sign your advanced directives before you go into a place like that or you will be visited by the Social Bitch.  Every hospital has one.