I’m awake. I don’t care, because I’m awake in my own bed for the first time in nearly a week. I’ve had two of The Stooges curled up against me during the night, and it’s been wonderful.

I got home around 1400 yesterday afternoon. One of the first things that happened was a phone call from the home oxygen supply store. They came by later in the afternoon to give me the home set up for oxygen generation. So far, I feel pretty good using oxygen here at home. With luck, I’ll be able to reduce the amount of time that I need to be on oxygen as my lung capacity recovers.

The things that were routine are now different. I’m not being awakened several times in the middle of the night for vitals, but I still found myself awake at 0300, right on schedule, as if the nurse was about to come into my bedroom and wake me up. Im more than happy to deal with this adjustment in exchange for being home at last.