I was released from the hospital yesterday, after having been there for a week. Seven days was the perfect amount of days for me. It gave me enough time to practice walking on my cast and walking on stairs. I am not feeling great yet — I am still on morphine, and have had a fever for a few days. But I proud of myself for going through with this, and for knowing what is right for me. The shin in my right leg is now a little metal plate richer, and I am having the big giant cast removed in 5 weeks.

My last night in the hospital:

I am back to living with my grandparents, and will do so until I am fully recovered (until I can take care of myself). I have spent a lot of my time in the hospital buying used furniture for my new apartment, which means that my new apartment is almost fully furnished and waiting for me. I CAN’T WAIT. I can’t wait to reclaim my life and my independence. I can’t wait to start a new. Life is going to be so much better.

My next post will be about my roommate while I was in the hospital, Sonja, who was in her 80′s and an incurable drama queen. Every moment with her was like the third act of an opera.