Getting ready for my getaway

I am getting ready to check out of the hospital. I have called Nutri-Nazi to bring me a change of clothes and to bring the getaway car around front. The nurse took the IV out of my power port and is doing all the final steps to get me out of here. This is a delicate point. One false move on my part and I get slammed back in bed, needles shoved every whichaway into me and I get stuck with three or more additional days confinement in the hospital. That happened to me in New York. I was literally dressed and discharged and the hospital surgeon examined my wound and stitches and called Dr. Chabot and all of a sudden I was being prepped for surgery. The infection had eaten away some of the internal stitches. They went back in and undid all the stitches and scraped back to fresh bleeding tissues and sewed me back up with figures of eight stitches. At least that is what they wrote in their report. The next day I felt like I had been drugged and made to play four quarters of NFL football on offense and defense with no pads or helmet. It went bad from there. So now I get a little nervous at checkout time. I make sure all the paperwork is done correctly, the nurses are properly paid off and all contingencies are covered. When they ain't looking, I'll make my moves.

I thought about it all and noticed this irony of timing. Here it is almost Easter, the time of nature's rebirth, the time for telling of the Biblical story of Jesus rising from the dead and all. The parallel to my situation is not lost on me. I was 'dead' for a year and this season of Easter I am reborn with a new life. I am not Jesus Christ, and I am not a strange, kinky rabbit that lays chocolate eggs. I am just a guy who has made a life of being one tough stubborn SOB and I am born all over again this week so I am Celebrating Life Again.