"Your able to go home Orthopedically but...........

Friday the 20th of December and I am not going home....

The only real consolation is that Mr. " I was up and walking without anyone with me Guy", is also not going home yet. Good. I am not competitive, only making sure the world is a good place.

So new blood tests. They are now looking at two numbers.

PTT- some sort of clotting factor that is run by Mr. Heparin IV. That number needs to be some where in the 120-125 range. Not any more or any less.

INR that is the clotting factor that is altered by the rat poison. In order to go home I have to go be within 2.0 to 3.5. My numbers look like this.

12-17 .7 (normal 1.0)
12-18 .9 whoops
12-19 1.1 progress
12-20 1.2 okay....
12-21 1.3 This is getting to be a drag
12-22 1.4 are you getting the idea.
12-23 1.5 I want to buy some blood from someone
12-24 1.7 I order DeCon Sprinkles on my salad. Kitchen refuses
12-26 2.2 Okay, let me out...
12.27 2.1 Dropping, not good but then to be expected
12.28 1.9 We are letting you go but.......


I was trapped in the hospital until Friday the 28th of December because my INR would not go up. My Boxing Day present was at INR of 2.2 with the knowledge that I had to stay there for 24 hours! I was way to familiar with how the hospital worked and the staff. I was in the hospital long enough to know everyone and all the problems with the staff and their favorite colors. I think the only reason that they let me come home was because I was testing paint colors. It seemed the thing to do given that I was going to be there until I turned 87.