Well I feel like shit. Not in the physical sense, except that I'm really tired. The staff has been working on my roommate all night long, and as a result they have kept me awake pretty much all night, not to mention that it's hot as hell in here. Anyway, I was just about to pitch a royal bitch at somebody for all the noise when they came in and said, "We have to move you to another room, Mr. XXXX in the bed next door has passed away."
Instead of being focused on how lucky I am to be here at all, I was getting all pissy about a little noise. Call me Mr. Sensitive.

Later...
I was really looking forward to Shannon and Kelly's visit today, REALLY looking forward to seeing them, but because of the lack of sleep and the general crappy feeling I wouldn't be very good company so I asked Laurie to tell them it would probably be best if they didn't come today. I love them both like the little sisters that big brothers get to tease all the time. They were going to get to see my cool scars and tubes sticking out of my chest and stuff..You know, the things you do to gross out your little sisters for your own amusement? I miss them already and I've only been out of work for a few days. That's OK, I'll have plenty of time to catch up on my harassment later..

My sister calls often from Florida too. I'm always grateful to have her, she knows medicine stuff and helps me understand some of the things I'm curious about. My experience is that a large majority of medical people want to treat you like there is no way you could understand the language they speak, so they talk in vague techno-speak. I have been dealing with these folks because of daughters with serious medical issues for a very long time now, and I have learned if I ask the right questions at the right time they will give me the information I need to know. My sister cuts through all that crap for me so I don't need to waste time trying to prove I'm not an idiot.

Joe brought me some really obscene get well cards today, that almost made me forget how crappy I feel. I did however find out that laughing is painful right now.
That's a pain I can deal with though.

The Physical Therapy people are still trying to get me to walk around the halls. I try, but I get really dizzy and I'm somewhat blind out there. I finally figured out that the percocets they keep feeding me for pain are the cause. I told them I didn't want or need them, I'm not in pain. Now that they are gone I can walk around fine, I even went up and down the stairs a few times! Now that I have done that I can probably go home tomorrow! Hurray!