Well, that is Very Good News! 
<<doing the happy dance (or in my case, the happy waddle)>>
Remember! Every day NOT in the hospital is a GOOD Day!!
I’ll second DeVena’s emotion. Glad to see you avoided the folks in the white coats.
(Although, with those mummified legs driving you nuts, you may end up seeing the other folks in the white coats - and they’ll have a nice stretchy one just for you. ;)).
w00t[sup]2[/sup] Take THAT, Gazelle
Good news Lynn. Nice to have you back. Take care now, you hear?
The sacrificial ribs and margaritas must’ve helped. How 'bout if I sacrifice a big pot of chili later. It’s been raining for the past two days here in East Texas and well…it might help get you back on your feet, so to speak.
Seriously, glad to hear you’re better. Take care.
Hopefully where ever in the world you are you have good air conditioning. My mom had to have her legs wrapped up and she said summer drove her nutz. It was hot and itchy and she’d just stick her feet into the fan for some relief…so make it a excuse to push the bed in front of the cooler and drink endless cold drinks…ice cream… popsicles… uh oh… how far is the bathroom?:o
Take care
Here’s to NO swollen extremities!
What, no offers of chocolate? Lemmie know how much you need, Lynn, and where to send it, and the chocolate fairy will be happy to pay you a visit! It’s good for what ails ya!
Welcome back Lynn.
While you’re here, do you think you could pop up to ATMB and close that stupid thread I started? That’s a love.
I’m kidding, of course. Want some chocolate? This place offers a lot of diabetic-friendly stuff, and they will ship to anywhere in the continental US.
Tell me where, and it’s there.
Most excellent. Keep on keeping on.
I’m glad you’re back Lynn . We need you to keep all the riff raff away!
Get well very soon! Welcome back!
I’m so glad you’re feeling better.
Take care,
Great to hear
A couple of people have asked about " Will your therapy include large inflatable sock thingies that pressurize your legs?" Apparently, not right now. I THINK that’s what the doctor originally planned for me, and was the reason she was thinking about hospitalizing me. I wore those things a couple of years ago, after my hysterectomy, and actually didn’t mind them…as long as I was catheterized. The second night, when I had to PEE and PEE and PEE, and had to ask the nurse to unwrap and then rewrap me every time, THAT wasn’t fun.
The cats are crazy enough as it is. They don’t need any more ideas. The little Siamese female has declared jihad on all canines, and if she sees a dog outside HER window, she flies into a rage. She then demands to be let outside, so she can put the dog in its place. So far, I have not yielded to her commands, because for one thing, she’s an inside kitty and she’s going to STAY that way, and for another thing, the dog generally weighs five times what she does.
I do stagger around the house. It’s difficult to walk in these semicasts.
Hospital food is generally much better than my husband’s cooking. He can grill a steak. He can toss a great salad. However, anything else…let me just say that he once put GREEN OLIVES in an omelet. I LIKE green olives. I LIKE omelets. I do NOT like green olive omelets.
The mummy wrappings are a nuisance, but they do make me feel better. I itch only slightly. My feet and legs are always cold these days if I don’t wear stockings, even in summer, so the wrappings are actually pretty nice.
I appreciate the offers of chocolate, but I’m trying VERY HARD right now to keep my blood sugar under control. And, unfortunately, I have yet to find a sugarfree chocolate that’s worth eating.
For your chocolate cravings? Carob.
For your Mummification Ceremony that’s next week? A Scarab.
For your cabin fever? A nice trip to Harrod’s.
As for the concept of being physically inverted, I hereby declare that as much as a lot of we Dopers wished we could have sent you chocolates ( a diabetic recipe for disaster ) or cut flowers ( a feline recipe for relentless vomiting and green hairballs :eek: ), I personally feel that we Dopers might very well gather our daunting resources and deliver unto you, our dear Lynn, just what the Dr. ordered.
Your very own Inversion Boots System. This way you can spend the appropriate amount of time each day inverted, canoodling with the Siamese High Priestess of Feline Moodiness . I grew up with Siamese cats. It’s their Castle, you’re just there to serve them ;). Tt the same time, they will deliver some needed drainage therapy to your extremeties.
Count me amongst those who are pleased that you are able to work through this in your own abode. I’ve two words for your husband:
Crock Pot.
Cartooniverse
Glad to hear your ok, Lynn!! The way Arnold W. phrased his sticky post made all of us (or me, at least) fear the worst – it sounded to me like he was trying to put a possitive spin on a dire situation.
My stepfather is fighting diabetes and despite fairly good health, he still has to visit the hospital for treatment that can last either hours or days. NOT a pleasant situation, even to think of. And I hope you keep your circulation going, as that can lead to…well, an unpleasant word that I think you know what I’m talking about. :eek: 
[KGS puts up a hex to ward off evil spirits and curses from all the trolls/socks/jerks/other lower forms of life that L.Bodoni has so entertainingly banned over the years…]
Glad you’re OK Lynn. Let’s hope in the future that posters here can be honest and not alarm others unneccesarily. Zotti should be fired for what he did. Those of us who have gone through family members in the hospital, deaths, and so on, should not be strung out like trout by jackasses such as those who worried us.
Anyway, I’m glad you are OK, and shout out a hearty FUCK YOU to those around here who engaged in internet histrioncs.
…boy was THAT out of line…
The more I look at those Inversion Boots I posted half-humorously, the more I think I might just buy a set myself !!! It might be very good for the lower spinal arthritis I have.
And besides–
I could wear a t-shirt that says,
But if she did that, she’d look like a bat hanging upside down from the top of a cave.
And if she looked like a bat, she’d be a vampire. This is just plain wrong. She’s supposed to look like a mummy right now, not a vampire! Let’s keep it down to one horror subgenre at a time, people.