Hospital Delirium

Good Great God! How terrible were the days in hospital. There were whole days in which I wanted to die instead of bearing the infernal pains. Whenever the doctor is there, every thing is fine, the worst is during the night, when all souls slumbers, except the one who is in pain. I writhed and coil between the sheets hoping the pains will go away if I keep doing that. How wrong I was! The pain never goes away. It is etched deep within me. Even as I sit here now, writing this, some vague presence of it remains, haunting me. I don't know if I could be wholly cured out of this. The medicaton is still going on but will it help? Only time will tell. And as such, let us have patience.