You gotta love hospitals. Or at least have a sense of humor.
I didn't know for sure that I was going to be discharged until a little after 9am. I asked if I would be missing lunch, and was told that I could stay if I wanted to. "That's OK", I said. "I can leave whenever you get me the paperwork."
So I got dressed, packed it all up, called Susan, and waited. And waited. Fell asleep in the chair. Waited some more. When the paperwork finally came, the nurse looked it over and said "Uh Oh!" --not what you want to hear medical personnel say. It proved only to be a missing prescription, which she went to track down. It is now about 12:40pm. The lunch tray is brought in, and I said "I'm leaving, so I won't be needing that, but thanks anyway." (I was polite.)
The prescription was located and we left, filled the prescription, went to a local taqueria where I had my favorite, tacos de carne asada (definitely NOT on the hospital menu), visited the orthodedic shoe specialist to get fitted for a special sandal-looking shoe that offloads the weight from the ball of the foot, and then went home.
I will now carefully inspect the inside of my eyelids and see if the doctors and nurses missed anything. I think it will take about 12 hours, if I am thorough.
I'll be back tomorrow.