I left the hospital yesterday, which ended up being both bus and stressful. Is started of the day on the wrong foot — literally. My left foot would no longer take any weight for walking, so what would have been a somewhat tough task of packing and getting ready to leave became excruciating. Whatever was going on, my normal pain meds didn’t weren’t covering it, and you don’t really get more.
But by 3pm, I as in a wheelchair and ready to leave the hospital for the first time in two and a half weeks. As much as I looked forward to getting out of the hospital, there’s was a considerable amount of fear. I’ll no longer be constantly monitored, help won’t be a button push away, and there won’t be handrails on every wall, but fear shouldn’t control our actions (and pretty much the doctors were done with me hanging around). I will be back regularly for check-ins, and follow-up on the growth in my abdomen.
By 4pm I was ensconced in Missi’s basement with a nice, cold water and not much energy left.