It is good to be out of the hospital at last!! They dismissed me about 2 pm, and we had so much gathering up to do that waiting didn't seem long at all. Really, how on earth so many possessions can spread all over such a tiny room in a week's stay, I have no idea!
Of course, so much of that week's stay, consists of keeping track of a ridiculous number of medications, salves, rinses, and machines meant to keep me comfortable and well.
One of the things that I have found out in my life, even if I am in the hospital for a week, I'm not going to be having any time to be reading or knitting. And it was true again, as well. I don't feel well with a fever and low blood counts. And I really don't like what morphine does to me. Even when I have "normal" amounts. I can't stay awake to even think. They wanted to send me home with it, but I bargained hard for going home without, and I won, so I am back to the pain med. I had before I was in the hospital at all, and feeling human again.
What a blur that week was. I just lost one, clear out of my life, and we pick up and start again, just last week, only the numbers on the calendar have changed.
Thanks, thanks to all the visitors, and commenters, and just-standing-byers. It meant a lot more to my family at the time than to "way out of it, me", but I am enjoying them now.