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As a patient? I've been lucky, only two. The first, one night, and heart scare, the second, when they put a stent in my heart.

None ever. 53years. I, guessing thats gonna change in the next 20.

Way too many,worst one? Cancer ward at Columbia Presb. In N.Y.C. the moaning and crying and carrying on at night was straight out of hell.
Second place would go to 6 weeks in traction at Northern West. Hosp.
All the rest were easy compared to those two.

Not any I can remember

70 yo! I was 58 and had 3 nights in a hospital. Then 2 weeks in Mary Free Bed! Stroke!

Lots more than I care to remember. Car accident, burst appendix, cancer twice and complications from cancer. I'm a testament to modern medicine!

3 ambulance rides and 9 ron's in the hospital from Nov 19 to this January....all due to complications of this damn cancer.........oh forgot, 1 other night due to kidney stone removal 1994. Total of 10 that I know of.

None since Mom and I were released after I was born there. I am lucky so far, but at 69+ I fear my day is coming for a hospital bed.

One night when I had my knee replacement. I was pretty sick after I had my knee scoped which was my 4th surgery, but it cleared up after about 4 hours. My TKR was next and I was really sick. I couldn't hardly open my eyes and the room went spinning hard. I was supposed to get up and walk on a walker and then I could go home. That didn't work. The next morning I was fine. Walked to the toilet, took a dump and got back into bed. The staff and PT geeks were surprised that I got up on my own.

Two nights ten tears ago after a roto-rooter on my prostate. I'm 77 now. That's it so far.

3 in the last month. ended with the doc beating the crap out of me and me having to take 6 weeks off work.

I know one thing this neck brace is borderline insanity.

Same here... 56 y/o with out an over night stay.... hec.... even for my apendex, I was in at 7am and out the door by 1530...

But... the next 20 are gonna be expensive.

69 yo, zip for me.
Sat in chair next to son 25 years ago when he had serious abdominal pain. Was scheduled for appendix removal in morn. He woke up, no pain. We left and never was an issue again.

About 4 weeks one time, a week another and 4 or 5 times just overnight. all when I was younger from injurys.

Just a few nights. Enough to know I don't like it. Before that I thought it might be like a little forced relaxation. Just laze around for a few days, watch TV, and do nothing, have people bring you food and drink. Ha.

Then one day I had some symptoms indicating a possible heart issue, and went to the local urgent care. Two ambulance rides and two hospitals later.... Three days later walked out with a new stent, and pretty exhausted. Constantly being woken up, if not by staff, then from all the sensor pads, bp cuff, and IV pulling at all parts of my body. Or the bed which moved 24/7 to prevent bed sores. Or the constant poking of the IV needle in the crook of the arm.

I was quite happy to get the hell out of there, and practically begged them to let me go home on the last night when they were considering keeping me one more night.

Saw enough that I'm thankful to have UCLA as my health care provider. The 1st night in the hospital at the local Cedars-Sinai is not an experience I ever wish to repeat. Colossal difference at UCLA. While not comfortable by any means, much better. Tremendous staff and facilities.

I am not looking forward to the days which are surely coming where the stays are longer and I'm not in as good of shape to handle how uncomfortable it is.

I don't think anyone "rests comfortably" in a hospital unless they're knocked out on drugs.

two major knee surgeries, one night each.

1991- 5 nights in Jan

2016
-22 in May
-5 in June
-2 september
-4 october
26 in November


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I think as a very young kid (toddler?) I had a respiring issue that kept me in for monitoring. I think I was in an oxygenated tent maybe?

I can’t remember and my parents are gone but I recall hearing about that.

Other than that I’m blessed to have only spent nights in hospitals voluntarily when loved ones needed me.

I’m 45 yo.

42 nights this past spring. Before that a couple of single over nighters.

Nearly a month in Methodist Hospital in Houston in 1958, I was 8 years old and had exploratory craniotomy to look for a possible tumor. None was found.

None since.