One thing about my story, it isn't predictable. Not sure how much fun it is to read about, but it's fascinating to live through.
I won't share any more stories about my neighbors in the hospital. They were so ugly to one another that it stopped being funny fast. Mostly it was uncomfortable and sad. Cruelty can become a habit in a relationship. We don't intend to hurt one another, it's just the way we're used to thinking about one another and the meanness comes out before we know it. At one point during a particularly hateful exchange, Mrs P held up a little sign that said, "I REALLY love you." I knew just what she meant.
So given the state of the karma in our room, I was especially grateful when the doctors told me I was going home. It took a long time to get things in order. There were drugs to order and Oxygen to arrange for at the house. Mrs Swan took me on a little walk with the breathing monitor and we determined that I would need to be on O2 for a while. So now I have a tank on wheels for when I travel and an amazing little machine called an oxygen compressor (I think,) for when I'm in the house. It pulls oxygen out of the air and pumps it through a long hose that finally empties up my nose. The thing has 50 feet of line on it, so I can move freely around the house as long as the cats don't develop too great an interest in it my long green string.
They prescribed this very expensive blood thinner for me to inject into myself at home. Naturally the insurance company refuses to pay for it. We're going to visit Punkin in the infusion suite over the weekend so she can give me the shot, then on Monday we'll figure out something else to use. If they put me back on Heperin, I'll have to go back into the hospital. This scenario makes sense to some suit at Blue Cross, apparently.
In the meantime, I spend most of my time sleeping and marvelling at how lucky I am to be alive. They discovered this clot by accident and it would certainly have killed me if they hadn't seen it. It's the first time in a long time I have felt as if God is actually on my side. Seems like he's been working against us for a few months. It's just reassuring to think that there is something left for me to do in this world.
Can hardly wait to get at it!
Peace,
Pennsy
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