I think that sometimes the speed with which you get discharged is really just a matter of the whims of whatever doctor happens to be in charge of you. This time around, the doctor's whims wanted us out of the hospital, and so we are. Magnus is fine, albeit a bit crabby. He had a low-grade fever this morning (an expected reaction when a foreign object, like titanium coils, is placed in your body) but seems OK now.
And I'm going to take a nap.
7 months ago