Sorry, Sins -- already ate the unwrapped Thai wrap. It wasn't warm, but wasn't spozed to be. Sprite will have to do instead of wine, but I'm taking a handful (exageration) of aspirins (I've got a raging headache) and a benedryl and will drift off to sleep soon. (Yeah, drift with a loud THUD!)

Ran into (almost literally -- I was coming out of one door and they were coming out of another and we got a couple paces past each other before the collective brains recognized each other) Dr. Zeitels and Dr. Bryson. They'd been called in for an emergency (not Tom!), the emergency that kept Tom from getting a room until just a little while ago. So...the three of us went in to see Tom, still in the PACU. Tom was feeling better -- he'd finally had something to eat (last meal was last night), he was definitely awake and recovered from the anesthesia.

I'd talked to a doctor on the phone just before I went back over and she said she had compared his oxygen levels last time he was here (last October) and now and wondered if I knew why there was such a difference. I said the defib setting; she said that "shouldn't" have affected it; and I said, both the breathlessness and the tiredness arrived at exactly the same time -- when they readjusted the damned defibrillator! She said that was useful information. Sigh. Just what we'd been saying all day. Tom thinks they just saw numbers that didn't look right and forgot that he just came out of anesthesia, etc. Well, I can't blame them for wanting to be careful.

Looks like we'll be able to get a train home tomorrow morning as planned -- as long as Tom keeps reminding them that we need to be out of the hospital and to North Station by 10:30.

Heading upstairs to bed REAL SOON. Will check in tomorrow morning after I've talked to Tom.

Linn