If all goes well, this is it. I get to go. I get mildly concerned when they come in to check my vitals. My heart rate is a 49 and it causes the "Low" alarm to go off. Seriously....But after checking a few things, no one is concerned. To celebrate, I order the oatmeal!
I get my last dose of medicine and head down to therapy. Today, I am making oatmeal. It becomes apparent to me when I remove it from the microwave, that it is indeed, possible to mess it up by adding too little water. Obviously, I don't eat it. She has me wash and dry my bowl and spoon and put it away. I'm starting to wander if I'm paying to actually clean this place up.
Physical therapy is next. After our usual exercises I ask if I can try out a cane. It just seemed so much better to me to use a cane as opposed to a walker. She lets me. Immediately, I realize I am most likely concentrating too hard not to fall. Then she tells me she just doesn't think I am ready....I can't use the cane and carry on a conversation at the same time. But at least I know and have a goal to work towards. I can do baby steps for a while.
I have several people helping me out of the hospital. I'm in a wheelchair, holding my flowers, balloons, bag of clothes and walker. Lady is pushing me and dude is carrying my toilet. I'm so proud.
But waiting for me is Kat, with her conversion van that I teased her a lot about when she got it. I distinctly remember saying to her, "Whose wheelchair are you going to be transporting?".
Turns out, someday it may be mine....
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