One Day at a Time

Friday was the procedure. The last thing I remember was the nurse saying you’re getting the good stuff.

As I woke and went from recovery to my room, my husband met me upstairs. We talked… I slept off and on. I ate some of dinner. Slept some more.

Yesterday, after visiting with the doctor, some therapists, and the case manager, I was discharged.

I’m home being cared for by my family and community. Last night, I slept for a few hours and so far this morning I feel as good as I can be.