I know the feeling.
I was in a hospital for nearly two months. It was two weeks longer than needed, because the next place was a rehab home, which my insurance denied, and I had to appeal and wait for two weeks. I could not go home since I was disabled and needed help, physical therapy, and wound care.
When I got to the rehab home, they said I needed a month. Yet after two weeks my insurance company stopped paying so I had to get my parents to come from out of state to help me at home. They stayed a few weeks and then left. By then I could walk again and my wounds were healed.
I was so helpless and bored in the hospital, and so annoyed by all the interruptions. I swear every hour somebody came in to do something (take vitals, give me pills or injections, give me food, take it away, bathe me, exercise me, talk, etc.) The only down time I had was in the middle of the night.
Yet had I been at home, I would have mostly slept, like in the hospital. Yet fewer interruptions. The rehab home was awful. Most staff were foreigners whose English I could barely understand, and most patients were old and miserable, with TV's on all night and loud.
If I ever get to the point in later life where I need to go to a home, just kill me. It is horrible.
Being home was better, but my parents are so annoying. We argued and eventually they got fed up and left. It was nice to have peace and quiet again.
I am still disabled, yet living. I work from home which is nice. I can get out and about: but no more hikes or travel. I take vacations at home now.
