I was discharged today. Found out when I tried to get a transfer to another room (to escape from snoeffels, the crazy cat lady). I am still reeling!
Last night, snoeffels kept up her incessant chatter. I woke to find her standing over my bed, like an apparition from hades. Nearly jumped out of my skin! So I got to spend the night in a spare bed in another room.
And when I tried to formalise this arrangement, I was told I was being discharged! My doctors had no clue, so nobody prepared me. And I still feel fragile. So upset to leave my little cocoon.