TRUTH IN HEALTHCARE VII

DISCHARGE DAY

i was moved out of icu believing that i didn't belong there in the first place (ho, ho). starting to feel pretty good (relative to my admission day). almost wanting to live again (sorta') and thinking it will be only a few days before i'll be able to join the marines if i wanted to. i know you're thinking men always over estimate their competence and ability by at least 200% unless they are engineers when the over estmate is 300%.other reality based people seemed to think a one year old was stronger than i was. what do they know? who you gonna believe me or a million witnesses?

amazingly i was able to eat, drink, and breathe normally after huge doses of antibiotics, and assorted poisons. my discharge papers sorta' said they didn't know what i had but they cured me of it.

in the afternoon i was informed that i had to go to a rehab facility for awhile before i could reclaim my freedom. sure, sure, i thought. i'll break out in a few days. after all i am so strong nothing could restrain my bursting health since its restoration.

three rehab facilities reasonably close to my home were selected for contact for admission. the first was full up. the second associated with assisted care and a nursing home was available. i went for it.

they said an ambulance would transport me to the facility.

TO BE CONTINUED: THE FANTASTIC AMBULANCE RIDE TO THE OLD AGE HOME.

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