I'm still an INR hostage. I was otherwise ready to go home two days ago. I'm still a long way from therapeutic. At 1.3 today. Target is 2-3.
I am going rather crazy. I need to stay out of prison, as it wouldn't suit me well.
They thought I'd finally be sent home today and allowed to do outpatient anti-coag management. The boss man said no. He's worried it's been too long and I could get a blood clot, so I'm sitting here with a heparin drip to bridge. Not my ticket home.
I'm super grateful for how well I'm doing. It's just a bump in the road. Better safe than sorry.
Here's a crazy tidbit about overcrowded hospital life these days: I was cleared for the step-down floor the day after surgery, yet I've been sitting here in the cardiothoracic ICU this whole time. There are no beds anywhere in this big-ass hospital. It sucks not having telemetry that would allow me to walk freely. Tough to complain, though, seeing what some of my neighbors are going through.