We are now in the time of the hospital stay that’s kind of stressful. Not that it’s a bed of roses in the best of circumstances, but there are things that raise stress levels more, particularly toward the end of the stay.
The fact is, I could probably go home right now. I’m feeling pretty good, my breathing is much better, and while I’m still coughing fairly frequently it isn’t as deep. So if I was sent home with medication and continued my aggressive regimen of breathing treatments there’s no reason why I couldn’t continue to improve in my home environment just as much, if not more, than here. But, as always, there is a catch. My oxygen levels are lower than what the doctors would like to see. In the grand scheme of things, it’s probably not a big deal at all, only a point or two below what they’d like to see. But my doctors are very conservative, and so they’re watching this closely. Best case scenario, I’ll be out of here tomorrow, and both Sarah and I will do whatever we can to make that happen. It’s time to go home to start the true healing process.
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