It's 10:00 am and I'm sitting here in my street clothes (including real shoes) waiting to be released. Not that release is necessarily imminent (no doctors have signed off on this), but I'm determined to walk out of here today, sooner rather than later. I will not spend another night in this hospital.
My daughter is flying in today, and she has offered to come here and cry on my behalf. I don't think this will be necessary. My blood counts are still in the doldrums, and I have no idea if I've achieved remission or not, but I'm otherwise okay. My only complaints are all directly related to my incarceration: lack of sleep; poor diet; lack of exercise; mental stress.
"Scuse me while I kiss the sky."