Home sweet home

The staff at North Kansas City Hospital were all wonderful and caring.  The food was great as hospital food goes.  But you know how it is in a hospital:  There is NO privacy.  Somebody has to help you bathe and get to the bathroom, because you could fall and hurt yourself and they would be responsible.  But it does feel so good to be able to go to the bathroom alone!  I feel like half the population of North Kansas City has been mooned by me in the last couple of days, thanks to those open-down-the-back hospital gowns.
I'm doing fine so far.  Of course, as with any surgery, I must be on guard against infection and blood clotting.  This is why I am not shouting from the housetops about what a wonderful recovery I've had, because things could still go wrong.  Not that I expect that, mind you.  I'm on Warfarin to prevent clotting.  
I became somewhat anemic while in the hospital, so it turned out to be a good thing that I had some of my own blood harvested at the blood bank; I received both pints last night as I slept.  I don't have a lot of pain; I'm using a walker and getting around well.  The only time my pain level gets high is when I'm doing the rehab exercises; believe me, they hurt.  But as a hospital worker lectured me, "This is your only chance to get the rehab right; if you don't do it now, you can't go back and fix the problems caused by neglecting it."  
A home health worker will come to the house for a couple of weeks and do some therapy with me, and also keep track of my blood count and vitals.  Cliff stayed home this evening; he'll go to work tomorrow evening, but Granddaughter Natalie is going to come out on the school bus and babysit me and spend the night. 
And that's about all I have to report tonight.