An hour or so ago they yanked out the tube that went in under the breastbone to my heart. Then my head slowly came back down from the ceiling. Again, I'm fine, but for the moment I'm about as tender and shakey as just after they installed it. Nothing else in this whole episode hurt nearly as much as that yank.

They've completed all bioping and culturing of the sap they tapped out; nothing scary in there at all. They've almost promised to kick me out of here tomorrow. "Tis a comsumation devoutly to be wished" (Did I remember that anywhere near correctly?)

          Dean