Going Home

They are kicking me out.  I can walk around, eat and live without my IV button of narcotics so they say I can leave. I don't really want to leave. If I am here, I am protected from life. I am afraid to go home and  start acting "normal".  If I stay I am protected from myself....BUT they said that if I met the criteria, the insurance company could charge me for the stay and meds and it could cost me a fortune.  Looks like I am going home.

Debby and Kristin and I had lunch in the atrium and Brad will be on his way shortly. I have to go over some papers and Brad gets a lesson on draining my tubes.  He will most likely pass out, if so  I promise to take a picture of him on the ground. :)

The doc came in to change my bandage, I didn't look. She said it looked beautiful and left me extra skin to make reconstruction easier. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  She was looking at her own handiwork though.  I told her I couldn't look, and she said that it is okay, and if couldn't wrap up I could go to the office and her nurses would do it.   I think I will have to deal with it at some point.

Kristin and Debby washed my hair in the sink, after an epic fail of this "no water hair cap" Deb and I tried earlier.

I am still very uncomfortable, and will be for 1-2 weeks.  I hope I heal fast so I can just move like a normal person. In my gown, with my greasy hair and sore gait, I looked just like a walker in the Walking Dead.....

Hanging out with the chicas until Brad gets here and then I can go.  I am afraid to go home. I am afraid of a lot of things lately, damn.