Yesterday after much discussion, some pleading, some tears, and some fervent prayers, I was discharged to home. I am now sitting in a hotel room in Rochester for appointments bright and early tomorrow morning. Such is life when you get medical care two hours away from home I suppose. 

This admission was rough in a different way. Physically I felt much improved after getting some nutrition and an additional drain. Mentally I felt like I was spent. Part of being a nurse in the hospital is the constant hypervigilance. Advocating for yourself while trying to be a “good patient” is a hard task. Speaking up when a nurse dropped your uncapped IV tubing on the floor and is about to connect it to you is more daunting than one would expect. The weird part is that I would never even think to hesitate if it were one of my patients. 

Nothing is easy. BUT things are starting to get less difficult. In no time at all I feel like this acute part of being sick is going to be a distant memory. I can’t wait. 

Thank you again to my insanely patient husband. I can’t imagine being butler, chauffeur, laundromat, and personal shopper for the grouchiest client in town but he manages it somehow. Someone take this man out for a beer!!

Love you all,

Susan