The first thing I did yesterday morning was to corner my doctor and my case manager and make them sign the release papers in front of me. I go home Wednesday.

Last Thursday they took away my walker and put me on ski poles. You should have seen me cruising the halls. I wore down my handlers. Last weekend there were few people around so here was this big guy coming at them. I enjoyed it. Mostly they have me on stairs and balance.

I went home Sunday afternoon and really enjoyed the little guys.

I still have PT, OT, and I'm not sure about speech.

This morning is my next-to-last breakfast. There is a lady who sits across me by herself and harps on the servers. I'd like to sit with her but I'm not sure I have the nerve.

I'm hoping they give me a chance to rest.