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He's home. He's not septic. He makes sense occasionally. He worries about things that don't make sense (like fretting about getting a nurse's phone number to call her at 2am on his nonexistent phone when his wound vac may or may not malfunction). He was able to transfer to a bedside commode and back again. I haven't had a normal conversation with him yet.
I am very tired.
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