Hide the women, children, small animals, and especially your vodka. HE'S BACK!
So glad to be out of the hospital and home.
Here's the Reader's Digest version of why I was there; First up, it was all my fault. Following my leg surgery, and down-time afterwards, my legs had weakened up. And I knew I needed to exercise them to get my strength back. BUT I overdid it by doing it too many days in a row, which was counterproductive. So, Tuesday evening I found myself worn down and gasping for breath, which is not normal following exercise. The gasping spooked me the most, seeing as my oxygen level was up around 98%, wondering if the "ticker" was going. So an ambulance trip to the hospital and then admitted.
I really like the hospital that I was at, but me and the doctor disagreed on his approach.
He was all gung-ho on loading me up with more blood thinners, but I was pretty much at my limit for them already, and wasn't feeling any better. Worrying about increased bleeding from cuts or something internal. So I checked myself out of the hospital, "against medical advice" yesterday. Plus I was hooked up to too many medical sensors, making me unable to get more than 5 feet from my bed, because of the length of their chords. Which made it necessary to use a bedpan, and I couldn't walk around.
So here I is, not feeling much better, but not worried about bleeding to death. Time will tell if I made the right choice.
Feeling a bit rough so I'm shutting down.