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I’m wheeled

For a time, at least. Sam picked up a wheel­chair yes­ter­day that I’ll be using for the next mon­th (hope­ful­ly no more than that) while recov­er­ing from a hos­pi­tal stay.

No, I hadn’t imag­ined how much I dis­like hos­pi­tals. The place was worse than I remem­bered, so much so that I begged my way out of there three days ear­ly. Yes, in this day of man­aged care, they want­ed to keep me ’til Tues­day and I talked my way out on Sat­ur­day by prov­ing that I could and would give myself shots to replace the IV drugs I was get­ting.

I’m a true home­body, and real­ly do heal faster here than any­where else, any­way.

I have to go back for some blood­work today, though, and will be doing that week­ly for a while. It’s espe­cial­ly a nui­sance because I can’t dri­ve myself around yet.

In hap­pier news, Katie fin­ished the class­room por­tion of her driver’s edu­ca­tion course and is behind the wheel this week. She came home absolute­ly hyper last night after dri­ving for three hours. I don’t think I’ll be wor­ry­ing about hav­ing some­one to dri­ve much longer! 🙂