Operation Discharge

I was so sad and mad yesterday, but this morning I came up with a plan, trying to enusre I can go home today. I put on a very happy face, walked around in the corridors like it didn't bother me at all, and when the doctor finally did his round (I swear he looks like a goat!), I put on the charm big time. I pleaded that I could basically do what I am doing here, at home.

He wants me to see a cardiologist regarding my super fast heart beat proble, but he won't be in until tomorrow. I promised I would contact a cardiologist on my own (I will, I promise!)

He scratched his (goat) beard and said that well, you know, you won't have access to the same pain relife at home. That is abiggie, since it really HURT! I said I would be fine with presciption pain killers. I alsa have to puree my food (I will just eat yogurt instead), and he wanted me to have an EKG right away. But if I thought I could handle it, and if I PROMISED to call immediatly if I get severe pain or any type of nausea, well... OK. YES! SCORE!

I just did the EKG, but the discharge process is looooong, so I don't expect to be able to leave until the afternoon. I am a bit scared, since my groteskly large belly is an entity in itself right now. I am going to have to be super careful with food until it stabilize. And poor Ken is goingt to have to drive Sarah to and from school all week (school ends at noon the first week). BUT. I get to be there to wave her off on her very first school day! That is sooo worth it for me. But I am a bit scared I will mess something up and end up back in here. But lets not think about that...