So the morning after I got out of the hostibule I went downtown to a different hostibule for wound care.  I hate driving downtown.  So I got there, parked on the roof of the ramp, and staggered in.  Turns out the hostibule campus is a big U shape.  The ramp is just off the curve… Read More »

So I wound up in the hostibule again.  This time it was a week.  Needless to say, Stacie was not thrilled and I had enough doctors and nurses tell me “listen to your gorram wife!” I lost count.  Here’s the timeline for the hostibulization, as I remember it.  I was high on oxy for a… Read More »