Finally got sprung from the hospital yesterday afternoon…and trust me, the shouts of joy and exaltation could be heard high above the rooftops all over Los Angeles. And NO, IT WASN’T MY NURSES CHEERING, silly. It was ME! Believe it or not, Your Not-So-Gentle Correspondent is an EXEMPLARY patient — cheerfully giving up my blood, swallowing my pills, and making my life-affirming BM’s upon request.
So, now I am home — weak as a snarling, newborn baby jackal, yes…BUT, HOME.