I am home from the hospital. Here’s the amazing thing. I arrived at the hospital early Thursday morning, and here I am home at lunchtime on Friday. And also not amazing things. It’s still a hospital which means no sleep In terminally uncomfortable beds.
Granted surgeons no longer need to cut you open but still cut they must. Two sizable gashes on either side of your groin which have to be regularly inspected and poked by whichever nurse is passing by.