Think it over. At certain hospitals, all of your personal belongings are placed in plastic bags while you change into your hospital gown. Then you're given your own bed while waiting for services from other nurses to be provided to you. In the meantime, security checks through all of your belongings. Your credit cards and healthcare cards are placed in a separate bag. Your wallet is a shell of its own like it's been stripped naked of its pride. If they actually cut them open, there would've been lawsuits at this point.
When it comes to you as a patient it's like you're on video surveillance 24/7. You can't get out of your bed and walk for ten seconds without security asking you where you're going. Then either approved or denied, you're directed back to your bed where you continue to stay and be monitored.
While in bed, you begin to observe the chaos that surrounds nurses, security, machines, and patients. It's a horror movie right in front of you. Forget looking at your cell phone since it was confiscated. Just look in front of you and there is a live horror movie scene in full video. Let's also add the other reason why it's hard to leave. There is a needle on your arm that is hooked to the medicine. The only person that can professionally remove the needle is the nurse. That is borderline horrible.
Finally, you can't leave the hospital until you're given the discharge papers. Now that you're admitted, your entire file is in full view. You're a patient. When the doctors feel like you're ready to face the world, that's when they'll give you the discharge papers and you'll have permission to leave. That or there are more important patients and your case can be looked at as very minor.
Maybe I'm exaggerating because I have high functioning anxiety. That's just how I feel sometimes when you're admitted. Pieces of your independence are stripped and put in the hands of a few medical professions.
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