I got to come home yesterday. Sam says that I look like I was in a knife fight, 6 stab wounds and one 6" slashing. He says I can now work at the strip club that we hear the girls with bullet wound bellies work at, lol. Oh and besides that, nice junkie looking arms and bruising and marks from all my EKG leads, the catheter large sticky thing that they kept on me and two IV's and blood work. Yep, I'm a vision of pure beauty I tell ya.
Now, back to sleep.