Ah Freedom! I could walk without a walker. I could, well, not much more. It was on the 24h of September that I left the Kaiser ICU-Coronary and was sent to a rehabilitation center. I’d gotten pretty restless and floated the idea of going straight home. Bad idea. I still had a tube into my stomach to eat from. That wasn’t enough for me to agree to it. At least at the start.
I’d like to say we celebrated the day of getting out of the hospital. But turthfully we’re so acclimated that I had to look up the date. I’m pretty sure it was the 24th. Four weeks to the day after I went in for my TAVR. A year later I do get a clench in my stomach thinking about it. But each day I get a bit stronger, a bit more optimistic about the future.