Home again, home again jiggity jig!

Gods that was an awful experience. I'm still dealing with the after effects of the stroke (that's what we're calling it) but i'm already about 80% healed. I'm sure it's this last 20% that will be the bitch. John is killing himself trying to balance the dogs, work, me and more work and it's killing him. I feel so bad but I can't even go up and down stairs without help so walking the dogs is out of the question.

The reason i'm home so early is that i nearly had another heart attack while under the "care" of Manor Care and had to be rushed to the hospital. While there I insisted they re-evaluate me and they decided I could go home with out-patient therapy. Being home is stressful in it's own way but I can deal with all that.

Tomorrow It's back to more frequent posting and the tale of my very first date.

Help! I can't take this anymore.

I miss my husband John Arndt desperatly, when he leaves my soul leaves with him and the depression sets in. I think I will recover faster at home at this point knowing the people I love can come to me that includes my dogs and cats. I'm all alone here and it makes my heart ache.
I know you all love me but well wishes are just not enough to keep me sane at this point.

This place I'm at is terrible at night the nurses are just evil and I guess because I "look" healthy they think I'm self sufficient. But I'm not. I am getting better but I'm no where near healthy or capable of much physically, he'll the one good strong arm I have has started hurt so bad from over use that I need pain meds to sleep at night.

If I can't go home soon I don't know what I'll do.