Just had a week in the hospital. This time around it turns out that Mercy in Hillcrest and the UCSD Medical Center were busy with rash of flu cases, so I went to Sharp Memorial in Kearny Mesa. They learned that my heart was fibbing and going a tad too fast. So they decided to keep me and and fiddle a bit with my meds.
Last Saturday they were finally satisfied, so I got to go home. On Monday I'm getting new medicine, and I get to schedule a follow up with my cardiologist. Then I've got more things to get for my room.
I'm going to be busy; my kidneys need to be looked at, new meds to take, and I may soon be getting a better walker for long distance ambles. But, I do feel better. Though the really big thing is going to be lining up a new psychiatrist and switching to an antidepressant that should be better for me. Though at the moment I'm amazed there are great and great-great grand parents out there.