The first daily report for a few days ends brightly. Nobody wants to be in hospital; the constant tests for blood pressure, for injections, and the awful food are enough to make angels faint. More significant is that you are drained of energy and can't see anything beyond the next visit by the nurse or doctor.
It's around 10:30 AM when the doctor pays her daily visit. The infection in my leg has settled down and my blood pressure has stabilized, but I've had another stressful night and just don't seem to care. Then the bombshell hits. I'm discharged, and in a flash all the emotions and aspirations come flooding back as Katoon gets busy sorting out the paperwork and packing things up. But still I have to wait till 2:00 PM for a final injection of antibiotics. As the drip line is removed for the final time, the relief is overpowering. One immediate decision I make is to stay in Pak Chong for the night rather than make the tiring journey back to Bangkok. By mid-afternoon we've checked in at Rimtarn Hotel in the city.
In all my previous visits to Pak Chong, I've never stayed in the same place more than once, and today this odd situation continues. This city's proximity to the ever-popular Khao Yai National Park guarantees that you have to pay a premium for decent accommodation, but today that doesn't matter, as an extra day's stay in Pak Chong Hospital would be double the price. Rimtarn Hotel is an old-world-style hotel with character features, but the rooms have been refurbished to a good standard. What I like about our room is the easy chair right in front of the TV and adequate storage and counter space that I can use for my laptop. The bathroom is well equipped and functional, although the colour scheme is a bit odd. All in all though, what a turnaround there's been in 24 hours.
Rimtarn Hotel is located on the main street with easy access to the night market and train station, making it ideal at this time. After a nice afternoon sleep, I'm happy to walk out in the street after dark. I don't want to overdo things, and we end up at a street food burger bar. As I look down at my 'whopper,' there is a gentle evening breeze blowing now after dusk. I take a deep breath as I consider the implications of what's just happened. We retire to the room, and I hope and pray for a good night's sleep.

Source: Visit