More minutae of recovery

     I was now able to bathe myself with the pink tub alone and brush my teeth.  Still had a very hard time looking at myself in the mirror.  My room mate was departing, a good thing.  Was kind of sorry to see him go, just because he was a good sort.  Got a new one at night, guy somewhere in his 50's I think.  Nice fellow, he'd had open heart surgery too.  Again not so much interaction.
     I was getting a little bored.  One day the pulmonary Dr. came by to see me.  Just to visit and see how I was doing. I was so grateful, this was the one from the final ICU room.  I know I cried. I was glad she wasn't fired, didn't ask her any real pertinent questions, was just so glad she came by.  Hell my emotions were so touched that my brain never asked me if it was a billable visit. 
     Another way I knew I was getting better, they no longer thought my nebulizer treatment was as necessary.  And if they came in the middle of the night and I was asleep they let me be.  Even though I had said not to.  I just wanted to recover dammit.
     An angry woman came in one day, short blond hair, no glasses.  She was with rehab.  I had to piss very badly.  I mentioned it to her and she berated me.  I wasn't going to get any help if I didn't co-operate.  I stood, grabbed my urinal and proceeded to piss until she left.  It was the last I ever saw of those people.
     In some twilight I'd convinced myself that I was close by my bakery, oh how I wanted a cheese danish.  That if I just walked out I could get one and be back in no time.  Mind you it was a good 50 from the bakery.  My stomach was certainly ready.
     The nurses were great, as I said they love a patient that doesn't complain; co-operates; and wants to get out.  There were more potassium drips, hated them.  I was getting ready to get on with my life.  I no longer even needed the faithful walker that had been by my side this entire time.
     Food was becoming a bit of a chore, even breakfast, with the exception of the fruit parfait.  I mean I was literally not caring that I could have salmon twice a day.  So I began experimenting.  I tried their chicken stir fry, came with rice, wonderful, but so much.  I called the next time and asked if I could have a half portion, as there was so much of it and I despise wasting food.  I began to enjoy their pizza for lunch.
     Nothing amazing, sat upon something the size of a pita, it may have been a pita for all I knew.  Came with veggies, loved those.  I never again tried their meatloaf.  Had an Italian ice with both lunch and dinner, quite nice.  Only available in 2 flavors, lemon and cherry I seem to recall.  I stuck with the lemon.
     The next session shall begin the Friday before my discharge.