Finally Escaped!


 The last couple of days have been harder for me than directly after surgery. When you get discharged from major surgery, two groups have to work together and AGREE that it’s time for release.  This is a hard enough task for “regular adults”.  Now imagine two groups with extreme intelligence, the best in their fields and many let’s be honest are very arrogant.  Important for me to add here.  I have a delightfully kind cousin who is a doctor who I don’t think has a single arrogant bone in his body…same goes for his brother who is a Pharmacist.  So not ALL doctors are like that.

Saturday rolls around.  I look good, feel good under the circumstances, walking like a speed demon 5-6 times a day, and ready to go.  Cardiologist team says yup.  Surgeons say nope.  

Sunday same as Saturday but this time the night before I had a minor episode of AFib.  Surgeons gave thumbs up.  Cardiologists gave thumbs down.

I have great respect for all medical staff after all, my life has been saved multiple times…holding my heart in there hands literally.  But I, feisty Summer had about enough.

Monday arrives.  I’m trying not to get excited.  The surgeon’s PA comes in.  I can tell immediately that one of the teams want me to stay for more of the same tests…just to be sure they have the correct meds amount.  For sure Tuesday.  I took a deep breath and told him gently but “I’m in charge of me” firmly that I’m leaving today whether doctors agree or not.  This time around, it was the Cardiologist team that wanted one more day to be cautious.

Sometimes you just need to be your own advocate.  I felt great, wasn’t having to take anything but Tylonal for pain going on a few days.  I checked off the must does…pee, poop, cough, know meds and when to take them…I was ready! Three hours later I was wheeled to the entrance and headed home.

I do feel that I was 💯 ready to go.  It isn’t simply a case of this sucks I just want out.  24 hours later, I can say it was worth the gamble.  Now the real work begins.


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