Seriously; I have worked hard. |
Mom and I have watched a lot of Gilmore Girls on a TV up near the ceiling, waiting for my neutrophil counts to clear the "discharge threshold." |
And then they did! |
I was so excited to leave, I ran around my hospital room, packing and tidying up ...and also just running around. |
And I called my family and friends who were all as pleased as me. |
I called my brotherdonor and even though I had to leave a message, I know we did our happy dances together. |
For a while, I waited giddily for my discharge paperwork... |
...but forgot how long it really takes to get discharged from a hospital. I did some half-assed crafting and waited impatiently. |
Finally, they let me go and Mom and I whooped it up all the way to the apartment. |
This is just true. I wish this was a better .gif I stole because it looks like Paris has a tic. |
You HAVE worked hard. Holy shit! You just rocked a bone marrow transplant so hard they let you out early! If that doesn't call for celebrating you, I don't know what does. Thinking very positive thoughts about your continued recovery, and what a strong, awesome person you are.
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