I am so tired, I will just be informative and not witty. If I can. It's hard to suppress the wit.
1) Robert had a very bad night. In brief, the overnight pain management care stank. Stank with far-reaching, stankonian stankitude. I discovered I had untapped reserves of gumption, at least when it comes to protecting my husband. Doctors were summoned. Firm statements of expectations and consequences if expectations were not met were pronounced. Common sense prevailed once I had taken on all comers with my fierce wifely ju-jitsu.
2) Robert's lab reports look good. Platelets look good, blood sugar looks pretty good. So it sounds like those factors won't be keeping him in the hospital much longer.
Wish I knew when we were wrapping all this up and heading out to the wider horizons of rehab, but.... it seems doubtful they will organize us to leave on a Sunday. Too many different doctors have to give the thumbs up. Maybe they'll surprise me and coordinate like the Rockettes! That would be a festive surprise.
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