Outta Here? That's What Doogie Says

I am back at Northwestern Hospital. Doogie Howser just came in to see how Cha Cha is doing. He was one of the radiologists during her procedure here. He seriously looked like he is about 17-years-old. They still have not told her whether or not she is going home today. Everybody who has come in here seems very pleased with her progress and... now she is on the phone with the doctor... hey, she is released. Now we have to wait for the discharge team (that doesn't sound very pleasant) to come and tell us what we do next. I sure hope we get out of here because, when I was driving home last night, they were setting up those metal bleachers along Michigan Avenue for the Magnificent Mile Lights Festival that is two blocks from here tonight. We will have to come back and meet with the liver specialists and she will have to have her stent removed. That is why my FMLA is approved until the last day of this month. It will be nice to not be driving here and back alone - Cha Cha is a great co-pilot. Doogie (his white coat read Dr. Brian something - it was long and started with a D. and it was long but it was stitched in cursive ) reaffirmed that all of the problems we have had for the past month were because they nicked the her liver and caused internal bleeding. From all of the medical dramas (Medical Center, Emergency!, M.A.S.H., Marcus Welby M.D...) that we watched as kids because "back in my day we only had three channels and we watched whatever was on..." I learned that internal bleeding was a terrible thing. I now know that a stabbed liver is a bad thing too.

We were also told that Cha Cha definitely had/has autoimmune hepatitis. That is not the bad one if there is such a thing as not having bad hepatitis. I told her, when we were serving together in Vietnam that she shouldn't trust those rust needle tattoos she got in Hanoi but she didn't listen. Not that I told her so but...

She is in the shower here in the bathroom of Room 1552 (her address for the past three or four days). If she gets out soon I may only have to pay $12 for parking or, at least, something less than the $44 last night. Today the parking garage was not as busy and I got to park on the 6th level which is Bing Crosby. So, I have been on Barbra Streisand, Billie Holliday, Louis Armstrong and now Bing. Maybe when we come back for her other things over the next few weeks we can park on a new musician/musical acts.

Cha Cha sent me down to the first floor of the mallportlibraratoriumcenter (ot whatever it is) to Starbuck's to get her a "non-fat, no whip, venti, Chai Tea Latte." While in the elevator I typed it into the "notes APP" on my phone because I knew I would have forgotten one on those things before I got there. So, I stepped right up and read it from my phone telling the barista dude that I am not a coffee drinker so I have to read it to get it right. He then told me that the Chai Tea Latte doesn't have whip. I asked, "what is whip? does that mean that it is whipped with a blender or something?" He told me that it just means whipped cream. I am not near as whip hip as I thought I was. But, I got it back here and it was what she wanted. She let me taste it and it tastes like a cinnamon bun.

If we every do get out of here I will not miss all of the sirens all the time. Well, until I get back to work and hear sirens all the time. The ambulance ER drop-off must be just 14 floors right below Cha Cha's window. Cha Cha just told me that when she arrived here in the ambulance and got taken into the ER (I don't have to tell you that ER is Emergency Room do I? Opps I guess I just did) she kept her eyes closed tightly because she knew there some bad things going-on in there.

It is 1157 now and I will wrap-up and, hopefully, will blog from home nest time. Have a great rest of your day and night. I will be blogging from my personal hospital recovery room in Dekalb. Thank you, again for everything you have done, said, texted, posted, prayed about... We really appreciate you very much. TTTlater today...MITM (out) TA!