There is no other word to describe it. It was hell. It was dehumanizing and sucked the life out of me. It was cold (I wore a paper hospital gown). There was no way to tell day from night – the light was kept on 24/7. I felt tortured not knowing what time of day it was. I was worried about my friends and family, but had no way to find out if they were ok – no phone calls, no visits, no mail. It was sheer boredom, not even having a book to read or anything to listen to. I just tried to sleep until I couldn’t sleep any more. I don’t know how I survived it, except that I had learned through life not to expect anything.
– Bob R.