Weesah HOOOOMMMME!!!!!!!

Today's title, "Weesah HOOOOMMMME!!!!!!!" is a favorite line from one of the Star Wars movies.  I use it often after a trip or a long day, when I'm glad to be back home and will be sleeping in my own bed again.

Friday, February 8, 2013, began as every other day of my hospital stay:  one last early moring stick for my blood (I hope I get to take some home with me...they decided not to do a blood transfusion for my low iron which kept me hooked up to the IV my entire stay); and an early morning Amanda visit during which she changed my dressing.  Everything is looking good.  Dr. McMath came a little later and said that today I would be going home!  I like that doctor!!  :)  He makes good things happen.

I never saw a respiratory therapist again.  Either I was doing great and they didn't need to watch me breathe anymore, or they forgot about me.  I kept practicing, anyway...breathing that is...into the spirometer.

Another good breakfast was sent from the kitchen.  This, too, I could get used to:  someone serving meals 3 times each day, and cleaning it up.

Today, "Tammy from Physical Therapy" came and she brought "Mitch from Occupational Therapy" with her.  I think Mitch was observing Tammy, because he really didn't do much with me today except ask if I had any questions for him.  He was a pretty good teacher, even though he's pretty new at this.  Tammy took me through the torture paces for the last time.  Even though I didn't do any better than yesterday, she was still very encouraging.  My leg was still like lead:  I couldn't swing it by myself or lift it.  Maybe tomorrow.  And maybe elephants will fly tomorrow, too!  :)

Mark decided that he would eat lunch with me before taking me home, so when he arrived, I ordered lunch for both of us and we had a nice meal and visit together.  Then, he began taking things to the car for me (flowers, cards, suitcase, etc) while I got the "going-home" instructions from the nurse.  She was very thorough and very nice, answering all of my questions, and laughing with me a few times.

Then, is was time to go.  This is the part of the hospital stay that is always bitter-sweet for me.  I want to go home.  I want all of the hospital staff to come with me...because they know what to do, just in case...  But, they aren't coming with me.  This was my sixth hospital stay long enough to know that I don't know everything I want to know before being on my own, even with help.  I think I can speak with some authority on my mixed emotions.

Today will be just Mark and me to figure things out.  Another TeamPagano adventure.  Well, we like adventure, so here we go...

Thanks for reading.

P.S.  I realize that the time frame for my blog is so far off at this point.  No one should believe that my 4 days at the hospital spread out over 4 weeks.  I'm just easily side-tracked.  It took me a month to describe 4 life-changing days.  Consider the source, and love me, anyway, OK?  Thank you.