Wow. Just... wow.

Mark came to see me around lunchtime on postop day 2 (the day I am posting this blog). "You're doing great John. When do you want to go home?"

"As soon as I'm ready," I said to him.

He smiled at me and nodded. "How about right now?"

That's right - I have been discharged. I am no longer an inpatient at the hospital.

I get to wear my own clothes, sleep in my own bed, and eat my own food. I've still got a bunch of milestones to meet, but there is nothing I need to do that I can't do at home.

I'm free!

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  1. Kitschen.CounterFebruary 21, 2019 at 10:29 PM

    Well, there goes navigating to RJH tomorrow.... LOL. Congratulations on both active flatus and active making-a-run-for-it. Home! <3

    XOXOXOX Jude

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