I don't care what anybody says. This place is depressing.
Yeah, there's a brightly lit atrium, with a grand piano, there are courtyards all over the place, there's a caribou across the street, none of which matters much to a guy who - on a good day - is allowed to sit in a chair for five minutes.
They moved him today. He was originally placed in a surgical ICU ward, which even the nurses admit is a bit of a catch-all spot for critical patients when no other rooms are available. He is not a surgical patient and not recovering in the same manner, so they've moved him.
It's not better.
His new room was likely built in the late 1920's. I can hear the chorus of hipsters from here; "Oh my god, state-of the art is sooooooo mainstream, at least your room has character."
And it does. I mean, it's cool if you like stuff like haunted prisons, no running water and windows that are painted shut. It creeps me out. And I'm not the only one. "What the hell," were the first words from Rico's lips. "This place needs a serious reno," were his second.
Infectious disease comes in today, then maybe physical therapy to see if he can walk. I think if he had the option he'd run.