Something I've learned about the ICU and hospitals in general when my brother was passing away is that they are not designed for large families. I have 10 siblings (9 now?) and the hospital would only allow for 3 guests at a time. The head nurse in the ICU would only allow for 2 guests at a time, parents included.
We had to fight, trick, and sneak in order for all of us to be together with him in his last days (e.g. we would loiter outside the hospital picking up discarded guest stickers and pass ourselves off as other people).
What I learned from this is that I do _not_ want to die in a hospital.
We had to fight, trick, and sneak in order for all of us to be together with him in his last days (e.g. we would loiter outside the hospital picking up discarded guest stickers and pass ourselves off as other people).
What I learned from this is that I do _not_ want to die in a hospital.