Side Story: Switching Rooms

So, while I started out in room 1765 I ended up in room 1774.  The first room was a shared room.  We had hoped no one would be moved in there but alas late Tuesday night another patient arrived.  They were quite loud and flipped on all the lights.   I was feeling quite miserable.  About a half hour later Joe got up and asked them if they could turn down the lights in my area which they did, as well as, quieted down a bit.  The next morning the nurse came in and told Joe he would no longer be able to stay in my room through the night because the other patient was uncomfortable with him there.  That didn't go over well with Joe...at...all.  He firmly suggested they figure something out because he was going to be staying with me throughout my recovery.  Later that afternoon they came in and let us know they would be moving me to a private room.  I'm so thankful for a husband who doesn't back down and stands up for me and my recovery needs.  I needed him there with me!  Nights were the worst for me and I can't imagine having to go through them without him there to help and comfort me.  The nursing staff was great but they have more than just me as a patient and there is only so much they could do.