Right now I am cutting off the "fall risk" and "allergy" bracelets the hospital gave me
Last night I visited the local hospital, and was sent home after just a few hours. I remember few concrete details except that the nurse called me by my mother's name. Also, I was very thirsty.
While it's true some people have confused the two of us at the end of my mother's life, she and I have separated in certain distinct ways. For example, my mother was a well-known pianist and organist. I am a well-known oboist and English horn player. (Or so I like to pretend to myself. The bassoon and all the other stuff came in later. My friend Kelcie taught me where the professor from WCU left off so now I know a little bit of a couple more members of the double-reed family than before...)
When my father got to the hospital he brought my book so I was able to get a little chunk of Our Missing Hearts read uninterrupted last night.
The one arbitrary nice thing of the day is that I didn't have to stick around! I am planning to call Dr Dabiri to see what my next step exactly should be besides the discharge directions.
As I wrote that, a nurse from her office just phoned and said that I was on a high priority for cancellations.