Moving to My Room aka Dodging Black Mold

After they got me gowned and covered back up, they moved me from the surgical area to a regular room. Going down the hallway, I was watching the ceiling tiles, and I could see black mold on ceiling tile after ceiling tile. We didn’t take a straight path down the hall due to the areas where the water was dripping from the ceiling. I figured that was considerate so I didn’t get dripped on while on my way to my new room – I mean I just had a bath!

But when we came around one corner, I was like, “Oh wait, clean ceiling tiles! That’s nice.” They brought me down a hallway to my room and set me up with a table so I had some space for my stuff.

I still didn’t have my phone at this point. Dannella came in—she’d been with me in the ambulance but wasn’t allowed in the hospital initially. This is when we started working on the trip insurance information. She went on a search to find my phone, and they finally tracked it down and brought it to me.

My phone was down to 39% battery even though I’d had it in airplane mode and battery save mode. I had my charger cable, but no European plug converter, so still no way to charge it. Dannella had an external battery she was using until we could figure something out.

This started the great coordination debacle between hospital, insurance, transport, and everyone else. We found out that with trip insurance, we should be covered for everything in the hospital as well as an air ambulance extraction. That’s what I was looking forward to—getting out of there.