Part Five: My Kingdom for A Martini, JUST ONE!
So I came home on August 21 st and thanks to my husband, have been doing pretty good. I am, of course, concerned that something could go wrong, so I take a sedative a few times a day, and that helps (for the most part). I have been "discharged" from the hospital doctor's care as well as the in-home nursing and PT staff. I begin seeing a cardiologist and go to cardio rehab starting on the 21st of September. I also have my family doctor (who luckily is located right next door to my development) if I have any medical questions or concerns. My first week home I was tired. Not exhausted, just tired. But I fought against that and have yet to take a nap during the day. Remember when I said I was a hypochondriac? Well, I still am. And now, having made it through this misadventure my hypochondria is at an all-time high. A spike in my BP causes a panic attack, a stray pain or ache convinces me that I am about to drop dead, and for Christ's sake, looking up informa