Reflections on the Cardiac Ward...and Voldemort

It's Friday night. Looonnnggg day! I so enjoyed seeing Dr. Sundt and his team this AM when they stopped by to see how I was doing!
Pat, Mom and Barb were in and out, doing a little shopping, coming over to sit with me, etc. I hope that I can sleep tonight. I'm tired, my chest "creaks" - just like an old house in the wind!- and I am SO READY to go home. I'm about to take my little 5-wheeled pole with the Heparin drip bag on it and just set out out the door, up highway 52, in my kitty slippers with my heinie flapping in the breeze....
Things look good for tomorrow. I think I mentioned that my youth and health have actually worked AGAINST me today, because my body just metabolizes the warfarin and heparin instead of building up a protective layer of it in my bloodstream.
Pat took the "after" pictures today, to be posted with the "before" pictures. Please, no need to put them up anywhere. I didn't get any breast implants while they were in there, and there is no nippleage involved whatsoever.
Will I miss:
*The folding bed that is so hard to sleep in? no.
*trying to get out of bed with a broken sternum, feeling very much like a turtle rolled helplessly on its back? no.
*the hospital's massage and BOSE radio relaxation system? well, ok.
*the nurses? They were fab. yes.
*multiple bruises and pokes in my arms and hands, making me look like an intravenous drug user with incredibly bad aim? no.
*the various tubes, wires, and devices hooked up to my person? no!
I so very much appreciate the care and concern of those of you who have followed along in this journey, and thank you sincerely for your love, thoughts and prayers. I hope that, at the very least, if you endure something like this at some point in your life (and who doesn't!), it will be at least less scary having "walked through it" already.
I am amazed by:
*the quality of the doctors, surgeons and practitioners here.
*the professionalism of the caretakers.
*the neverending ministrations of my family and spouse.
It is truly a spiritual experience; to turn over your body, the place where "you" live, to someone else to cut into like a chef carves up something on the Food network. I can see the wonder in the eyes of all the folks here on the cardiac unit; that very special amazement in life itself and what good it holds.
God's peace.