Busted out today and I didn't even require Brad to distract the staff so that I could make a run/wheel for it. My nurse came in at 8 AM and said "You get to go home at 10". Freedom baby!
Brad had another lesson on flushing the picc as it has to be done once/day. He did real well. I'm so proud. I might not even have to be afraid for my life now.
We finally got finished with the IV and then brought in a fork truck to gather up all the paraphernalia I accumulated while in the hospital. We dumped it all on my lap and wheeled off into the sunset. Well, there was a sunset somewhere.
We came home to the G-man wagging his tail so hard I thought the thing was going to detach from his body and then he proceeded to show me how much cooler he is than Squeaker. We took him to the park so he could run and then had a Big Brother marathon (as I haven't seen it as it started the day I went in to the ICU). Yes, I love Big Brother. Guilty. Pleasure.
I was exhausted after doing practically nothing, so I ended up sprawled out in bed, snuggling my little furry boy, while Brad went back to the hospital for my C Diff meds that were ready for pick up. It was quite the experience. He gets there and the pharmacist advises him that the total for a 2 month supply is $5000. Which is totally perfect. Pocket change, right? They couldn't figure out how to bill it to NS, but they gave him 12 pills to last until Monday when I have to go back to settle it.
My profound advice - don't get C Diff.
Brad also ran to the grocery store and picked up dinner. We went to the rooftop to bbq some chicken burgers, and after trying to start them, found out they neither one was working. So that was fun.
As I was sitting there, watching Brad try to get the flames going (I'm really helpful), I counted 9 cranes. This city is just booming with construction. I've decided that I'd like to operate one; you know, just construct some sky scrapers. Perhaps tomorrow I'll slap on a hard hat, metatarsals, safety goggles, and hook that up.
My phone rang at 5 PM. Turns out I have to go back to the hospital on Monday to have the picc removed. They decided it wasn't worth the risk to leave it in "just in case". Another one can easily be jammed in my flesh if I get sick again.
I'll be sad as it is so fashionable.
We watched the London Olympics opening ceremony and it really made me feel like a superstar. The closing song on CTV "I Believe" makes me actually believe that I can rip the O2 off my face, fly out of my wheelchair and take the gold in the 100 metre dash.
And if that doesn't happen, I'll settle for being a superhero:
|Photo courtesy of Jamie Carver|