A late discharge, but I am home.
I feel like the doorman at Wal-Gor after opening the doors for every female on Gor to enjoy a free ahn shopping spree in Turia.
At least once you are mashed flat at the bottom... there is nowhere to go but up.
You can thank my girl for this one, or curse her depending upon your viewpoint. When my Dr Babe asked if I was ready to be incarcerated, woobie spoke right up and said I was. Oh well. WTH. I had done all I could do myself at home anyway.
I was incarcerated friday evening and within a few days they had removed a hundred pounds of fluid from me, and my lungs and other organs were again showing signs of life. They were able to address a few other issues, start running tests, and I must have some good genetics and fighting spirit even when not totally coherent from some really low oxygen saturation in my system.
I still live!!! MWHAH HAH HAH HAH....
My thanks to all. Now I must seek some rest.
