Yea! I'm OUT!

I am happy to say that I am out of the hospital, at home and recovering. This stay was less hellish than usual, though I did come home with the usual gripes.

For example, I was repeatedly woken up at 5:00 am by the same med student, just so he could earn some extra brownie points by listening to my heart and lungs. (A good ten to fifteen people listened to my heart and lungs per day starting at seven, so there was no reason to bother me at five, just in case you were wondering.) Do these people KNOW they are being obscenely rude?

It’s a long shot, but just in case I see him again I am bringing a container of (sour?) chocolate milk to my 2-week checkup. If he’s there, I plan to dump it on his nice clean doctor’s jacket and laugh maniacally.

Sweet, sweet freedom!!

I got out of the hospital today!

Being fair, I don't think I ever posted here that I was IN the hospital in the first place.

But I was, and now I'm out.

It's amazing how a hospital stay feels like being in prison. As a minor, all the medical rights you have are automatically transferred to your parents. Theoretically this means any and all treatments and therapies must get mom and dad's approval first.
It's when you get down to the tiny things, that when it gets really miserable.

I'm going to try to explain some more of this once I'm not quite as high on pain pills.

UNCH Day 3

Today was a big day today for me. We talked with Dr. Freeman, someone off the surgical team, and Echo Meyer (she's a psychologist, I think).
The gist of everything is that I will probably need surgery, though we need to do more tests before I can be cleared.