A week in hospital

last year , I had always dreaded the thought of being admitted to hospital.The strange smell of the hospital and critically ill persons and dead bodies in the hospital are things that i had always wished to avoid.But a serious illness sometime ago must my admission to the Dakhoa in Vietnam. The clothes that i had to wear in the hospital were uncomfortable and the food was terrible .At night ,when all the patients were asleep , I used to wake up and think of what might happen if the dead bodies in the mortuary.I also though of the patients who might die at anytime. from the four day howerer my spirits were high.The doctors sure me that i would recover completely in a few days and that i could move about in the hospital as i wished. I now began to think of the good work that was being done in the hospital to reduce pain and suffering . Hundreds of sick people were coming to the hospital many with serious injuries caused by various kinds of accidents with the last hope of survival .After i stay in the hospital for a week , i returned home with a better . I'm scare of that.When i remember i feel cold body