I do think that it would behoove you to remove yourself from hospital care and return to your home, whatever it is. There is only so much that you can do in a hospital before they fill you full of simethecone and plug up what Nature intended to float free.

Some years ago a friend of mine was in a similar situation. He, too, expressed himself loudly, odoriferously, and often. They pumped him full of simethecone (an invention of the devil!) and he couldn't release the pressure. It kept building up and up, but there was no release possible. Finally it came, but not in the usual manner. It came, well, orally. The force of it blasted him through the head of the bed and out the window, propelling him a full three blocks and into the swimming pool of one Prudence Symington-Worth, sole daughter and heir of the Symington-Worths (of Grossbeck, Ohio). She was entertaining the Mayor, the Chief of Police, and the cultural affairs attache from the Mongolian Republic when he landed. The force of the landing broke the hold of the simethecone on his intestinal track, and the bubbles that arose from the swimming pool were ignited by the Mayor's cigar. Reports of UFOs poured into Wright-Patterson AFB, obscure (and stinky) explosions reverberated overhead, and the pool was emptied of water. There was a happy ending, in that Pru-Poo (as he calls her) was so impressed that she fell immediately in love with him, they were married, and have lived (so far) happily ever after.

So get out of there. You're already married.