On Tuesday, August 17th – I think the nurses wanted me to go home – I wasn’t even there 24 hours yet, they wanted me to walk – I was lucky to make it to the bathroom – I had these 2 drains coming out of my side they were so uncomfortable. They had to be dumped every 12 hours and charted on how much was in the drain (they looked like hang grenades). They wanted me to eat – no desire – My son came up to see me, he was like you don’t look different mom. I was like good. Whew! Friends came again with flowers and bears, magazines. I went home on Wednesday.