As i was flat on my back, with my entire body reclined a couple of degrees backwards, I realised I was going to go home. To leave the sheltered tiny room at the CPMC Pacific campus and venture home. I was reclined because they where removing the 6 inch long jugular IV that has been feeding me drugs and food for the previous 5 days.
The IV is fascinating, compared to a peripheral IV it is huge and scare looking, sewn into the body so you can't pull it out by misstake. While a normal IV needs to be changed every couple of days, a jugular IV can be left in place for 2 months and just needs to be flushed with saline and be carefully cleaned around it. Quinn keeps telling me she can see my blood pumping through the scar left behind the tube.
As I was discharged, both me and Quinn tried to explain to my dad that under no circumstances do you get to walk out of hospital, that there is a mandatory wheelchair ride and then a wait for the car to pull out. On the drive home I am sure I annoyed Quinn with my constant shouting of ouch, but San Francisco streets are in a really bad shape, trust the guy that feels everything as a saw blade cutting through his left stomach.
Earlier in morning Dr PA had given me the pathology report, it has been downgraded to hemangioma, so I guess I should change the title of the blog. However what kind of aftercare I am going to have will have to be discussed with Dr CJ at Stanford. It seems it can still recur and metastasize, and that the kind of tumour is very very rare still. Most hemangioma appear on the kids of infants, not on a rib in someone in their mid 20s.
But now I am home and resting, and thanking the Opium Poppy for it's existence.