Going home

I spend 2 night in the hospital. I was having a lot of pain the day I was supposed to check out. (why does it crack me up that a hospital uses terms like check out. but a hospital that has fuzzy bath robes I guess should.) So the Dr approved a late check out after dinner. yea more food! We loved you Roger the chef. Almost as much as I loved my morphine drip button.

With a fresh morphine injection and Valium I get dressed for the first time. I had been walking around hunched over with my gown wide open in the back and could care less. They did cover me when I walked in the hallway but in the room what the hell. I was trying not to fall over not cover my ass.

The long car ride home wasn't bad. I slept though most of it. Got home and settled into my new home in the recliner in the living room. I spent the next week in the chair and needing help to get out of the chair and get to the bathroom. I had to celebrate internally the first time I was able to get up myself and get back and forth unassisted. I was still hunched over and walking like a little old lady with very bad osteoporosis but I did it!