In case you have been worried about my poor broken winged honey, she is better than she was. For one thing, she finally finished the horror of daily injections of blood thinning drugs as her INR levels increased, which means her blood is now as thin as weak tea. For another, she is, as they say in medical parlance, out of the woods for a pulmonary embolism, which is also good, because they are fatal, and that is no good. So she is doing better. She still gets jabbed with needles with the blood tests, but those are going to happen less after the next week, though now that she has such thin blood she has a lot of bruises. So apart from some more visits with some hemotogists and regular check ins with the plain old internal medicine doctor, plus the pharmocology clinic people, the frequency of the visits to the hospital are thankfully dropping.

Which is a good thing, because as the bruising and the headaches and the constant back and forth with doctors, she was likely to have a nervous collapse. So I for one will not be sorry to have things get back to relative calm. Also she can't sleep on the left side of her body, and that's no good. So hopefully in about six months this will all end and we will laugh like drunken fraternity members about this whole episode.