The most difficult thing was being cooped up in the hospital room. I had about two or three days where I felt like I was living in a nightmare and I couldn't get out. I had books, I had books on tape, I had cross-stitch, and I could not concentrate on anything. For somebody who is used to being active and used to being in control of what they're going to do, it was very difficult. And, I became very depressed. I reached a point where they told me that I could go outside of the hospital and walk around the courtyard. So I would push my IV pole around this courtyard. I would set so many laps for myself and I would do a few and then sit, then do a few more and sit. And then I would come back and I would put on music and I forced myself to do some cross-stitch. When I got tired of doing that, I forced myself to read a book. And when that didn't work, I would go back out and walk. And once they let me out of the hospital, then I seemed to be able to settle into a routine.