Drips are done, and I get rid of the oxygen line, blood pressure cuff and pulse gizmo, so the number of wires coming out of me is now reduced from 10 to 5 and I feel positively liberated. Pinocchio's "I've got no strings to hold me down" is playing through my mind as I am allowed to go to the bathroom by myself, something I'll never underestimate the significance of again. Still, whenever I am in bed, I have to stay plugged into a heart monitor that keeps tabs on my respiratory rate, oxygen saturation, heart rate and blood pressure. Rich arrives with earplugs, pj's and chocolate. I am doing well and am "stepped down" from CCU to a normal bed on the ward. This significantly reduces the risk of being kept awake through the night by a confused old man in the neighbour bed trying to tear out his own catheter. A clear plus.
With the earplugs in I am blissfully unaware of the beeps and bleeps of the heart monitors of me and the other 3 patients in the room.
I sleep amazingly well.
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