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In no particular order...There was the final ceremonial removal of the last IV and the leads monitoring my heart. The waiting for prescriptions to be filled. The wheelchair ride that was the fastest I've moved in days. A serendipitous meeting with my manager outside the pharmacy. A visit from my supervisor and a co worker. A couple of visits from a doctor. A long list of meds and follow up appointments. Knowing that my room would be cleaned before I was even out of the hospital. Then the glorious moment of being pushed out through the doors and into the cold air. The mountains, the blue sky - ahh, is this not happiness. 

Then we got to the curb in front of the house. I rotated out of the car, crossed my arms over my chest, got my feet settled and wound up sitting on the frame of the car - perplexed, desperately wanting to use my arms to push myself up - do you know how annoying sternal precautions are? I mean seriously! So Mr R and I sat and stood there trying to figure out what to do. And then the guy showed up to collect the compost - so then there's that. But he came over asked if we needed help, and Mr R explained the situation to him. Then I, the non spatial thinker, the "don't tell me to imagine what this will look like by imagining folding it on the dotted lines, I actually have to fold it on the fecking line", had a moment of clarity. (No I'm not going to walk the earth - however bonus points if you know the movie reference) I knew what we all had to do - I turned a little sideways, Mr R spotted me in the front, and the kind, generous man gave me a little tap on the small of the back and there I was standing! We did get the truck number and will be sending a letter to the company thanking this man who came to our aid at a very strange moment. 

I don't think I did any sternal damage. I have taken some pain meds and have settled into the ugly green chair, my trusted companion in rest and healing. The cat keeps staring at me. Now if I only had some cookie butter and graham crackers....