Apparently patient beds are impossible to come by, but as it turns out that is not such a bad thing. After laying in the recovery unit for nine hours David finally got a room. His own room. In our house (where we do get the YES network)! While his nurse was attentive, it was impossible for David to sleep or relax in the brightly lit, noisy, and chaotic environment of the recovery unit. After an examination (by the doctor), practice coughs (by the patient), and some additional pain monitoring, David's surgeon agreed to send him home tonight and kindly armed me with a pain medicine prescription and her cell phone number.
David will sleep at home tonight with a single black stitch tied in a bow on the side of his chest. Like a string that Ernie would tie around his finger, the bow is a reminder that he is finally cured.
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