I only have one line left. Yay! My PICC line came out yesterday and my little wound drainage line was out the day before.
My last line is the vac machine which I don't anticipate losing soon. The good news is that I can go home with it. And there is talk about going home by mid-to-end of next week, yay! Discharge planning has begun!
Yesterday I, along with 4 older men, did medication training with the pharmacists. It was basically a review of all the anti-rejection medications that we will be taking for the rest of our lives. The pharmacist spent an hour scaring us about all the horrible side effects the meds can cause. She also went over the signs of infection and rejection. We were all given a goodie bag of our own medication and sent on our way. I'm now responsible for self-medicating myself (for my anti-rejection meds, with the strict supervision of a nurse) for the next few days.
The discharge coordinator, who I met a few days ago, also stopped by to review everything I need to happen before I'm discharged. She also reviewed all the ways to look for infection and signs of rejection. Everyone loves talking about watching for infection and rejection. This is going to turn me into do hypochondriac.
I can see the light toward the way out of here. Yay!!! I realized yesterday that I've been in the hospital for two months, including my pre-transplant stint at St. Mikes. I can't believe it's been six weeks since my surgery.
I'm ready to go home.