That was my plan anyhow, get better & get out on Wednesday like Dr. McIntosh had hinted...so much for the best laid plans. Sadly, Tuesday night was still pretty rocky. By morning, I was moving a bit more air according to all who listened to me, but sounded "terrible". What a nice thing to hear about your lungs on the day you wanna escape the hospital, eh? Oddly, I was still optimistic. I felt like he would know I could handle being on my own on the oral meds.
Once again, I was wrong, quite wrong. He came in after lunch and said there was no way he'd feel comfortable releasing me as obstructed as I still was. :( This is where I should add that I've been very unemotional lately. Almost detached in a way. Hospital usually really gets me and it had not this time...I was holding strong...until Dr. McIntosh told me I had to stay. I felt so...discouraged...like nothing really does matter or help anymore. I also felt very alone, which is so weird because I have sooo many people caring for me right now. It's hard to describe.
Anyhow, the deal was, he would remove all IV meds and switch to oral. If I remained stable or improved, I would get to go home Thursday.
That gets me to this morning, I once again thought things were going ok when the nurse came in and hooked the IV up again. I was crushed. She said I wasn't doing so well and needed more time on the IV. I decided to believe it was just a last boost of strong meds before he sent me home.
It was. I was released this afternoon with directions to go to Denver and let them do their thing! So, it's Thursday evening, I'm preparing for a busy day at work tomorrow and two short days of prep time before I hit the road. Nothing like a little change in the plans. At least I am breathing though.... :)
