I'll be here, too. My Drs and I almost started WWIII last weekend. They finally ran out of tests. The Drs wound up bored.
I can now report that all the rumors of my imminent doom have been proven to be false. Even the heart murmur I've had since birth evaporated. That confused them as much as anything. I now have permission to have a cough. It isn't in the mood to be anything else. I have COPD. Now I'm on steroids.
I had a ringside seat for the best fireworks display Tampa had on offer. I was stuck on the hospital's 9th floor and they went off right in front of me. The night nurse came in to do vitals and almost jumped over the bed when one went off just outside the window. She wound up watching them with me for a few minutes.
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