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I was in Memorial all day and all night, mostly for observation. Everything has to be cleared by my cardiologist, but it is encouraging that such permission is these days nearly automatic. There seems to be some complication in my shoulder. I knew they’d likely keep me for observation so it was odd I didn’t bring along any reading material. The only thing on TV was that movie “King Arthur” which seems almost filmed in black and white.
You can imagine how anxious I was to get out of there and back home here. Nothing against Memorial, they are kind, the food is great, everybody is a professional. But hospitals are full of sick people and routine. I’ll let you know what they decide, but I’m trussed up like a turkey in an arm sling. I took it off the get into the tub and now can’t get it to fit right. Sigh.
No trivia or controversy. Please return on a more exciting day.