You had better be ready. . .

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I was outside, preparing for some yard work. The weather was pleasant yesterday afternoon, then Bob called. He said "Are you sitting down?" and I said "No". "Well he said, there's this nurse here who tells me that she is working on the paperwork to get me outa here today." Monday. Bob had hoped for Monday, but had been told Tuesday (today) by the doctor. I was going to get up early and go, in order to be ready. Instead, I got out of my yard clothes, brushed my hair and headed for Wichita yesterday afternoon. Stopped to put gas in the car. It still took until almost seven to get out of there, but they had to have him take th e new medicine and wait a while, to make sure he did not have a bad reaction. They local hospital prefers he come in the afternoon for his treatment. He will go one time a day. The PICC line allows them to "push" the medicine into his veins rather than the 4 hour IV drip. This is good. He will do it for six weeks. Of course there will be follow up appointments, etc. but Bob is so glad to be in his own bed, with no lights or interruptions. He was glad to see all the cats. Except Tinker, who is out and about, still. Bob was so glad to get out of there. He even drove part of the way home.