Getting There

Today I got my PICC line removed, Hurray! It was kind of a forced removal, as my cellulitis was getting increasingly worse, and I was afraid I'd get another infection and end up back in the "H" word. I'm so tired of the hospital I'm seriously considering home birth. (Dan's not going for it though) It's amazing I didn't pull it out myself the way I was always getting tangled up in the tubing. But the end is in sight--almost to the halfway point. OK so I really have a long way to go, but it's important to think positive, right? Another few weeks and I ought to be functioning normally again. Does that mean I have to start cleaning again?!