Roxicodone can be a real upper!

When Reenie and I left tonight, Mary was sailing along in a parallel universe. Something about being "a dog pack, woof, woof!" We tucked her in, turned off the light and headed home.

The night shift nurse said there were no discharge orders posted. That would likely happen, she said, when the coven of surgical residents gather bedside in the morning, chant incantations to the electronic data system, raise their arms towards the sky and then tell the nurse, "Get her out of here!" Reenie is confident we can handle it. By we, I assume I will need to go boil water or something.

Mary did two walks today and both were substantially more than yesterday. Her appetite was gone by dinner time so we will need to let her eat all day--grazing rather than regular meals, I assume. And, they want her taking in salt to make sure we avoid the dreaded SIADH again.