UPDATE THURSDAY NIGHT
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I MAY be going home tomorrow. My levels are good. My lungs are clear and I can
take deep breaths again. I'm a little weak -- can't walk far without getting dizzy
and having to sit down and rest -- but my walker/seat is right there always and
that will get better the more I walk and build up my strength again.
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WOO-HOO!!! It sure is nice in here (and not only because of the tagteam bedbaths),
but home is home and I won't have the distraction of all these pretty, kind women
coming in to take care of my every need.
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Darn it!!!
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Will let you know... if and when I can.
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Once again, MiddleFingerMom has had a staredown contest with Death and he's
blinked first.
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I believe I make him nervous.
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I am glad and relieved to hear that you MAY be going home tomorrow...
It is certainly a cliche, but there is truly no place like home, no place like that where we feel we belong the most.
LOVE the cartoon! 
No getting stuck in the john when ya get home.
So they know what happened to throw your balance out of whack? Too much chocolate or just dreams of TTSB? It's nerve wracking for us not actually going through it, you're, how shall I put it, fucking amazingly tough.
Running out of the critical meds is a bad idea.
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