Waking up the second day in the hospital was kind of a relief in some ways. I was feeling better and managed to get out of the bed for the first time on my own. I had to finagle it a bit, but I was able to do it. Also, the views from my room kind of made me forget I was in a hospital to begin with, especially now that the catheter was out.

Most of the day was spent waiting for my mom to show up so that I could head home once everything cleared. Since I had my sunglasses with me and I was at Cedars, I figured it was my only time to feel like a celebrity so I put them on while I got wheelchair to the discharge lounge.

It's the little things.

But by early afternoon we were in the car on the way home and it was a relief once we got there. I got situated in my bed and since I was still buzzing on the meds I was able to just lounge. Over the next week or so it was mostly the same but improving a little bit every day.

One highlight though was when my daughter got home from pre-school and heard that I was upstairs and she came running up to see me. Won't be forgetting that anytime soon.