CT scan showed no clots in the lung at all; that's good news. The current diagnosis is post-surgical anemia. We've just had the blood draw to cross check and get a couple of units of red packed blood cells. Everyone says herself will feel much better after the transfusion.
Thinking towards home tomorrow, our insurance wouldn't let us pick my home care agency to come serve us, so we'll have another outfit coming to the apartment. On the upside of the insurance, MA has new chariot.
We rented our wheelchair for the last month and bought our crutches at Walgreens, but the walker comes from the local medical supply place and is billed directly to insurance. Mary Anne keeps talking about pimping it out. I'll need to find some rhinestones or something once we get settled out of the hospital.
As the title says, one more night in paradise. The dogs have someone staying with them and I'm headed out to get some supper. Mary Anne, as usual, gets hospital room service. We should be back at the apartment by early afternoon tomorrow.
Thanks to all for the continued prayers and support.
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