My trip from the hospital was a cross between Weekend at Bernie's and the I Love Lucy episode when she got lost on the subway with the loving cup on her head. I laughed (from the absurdity of it) and cried (from the pain and fear) all the way home from the city to the suburbs.. I was picked up by an ambulette, whose driver contemplated taking me and my wheelchair down the hospital stairs! (Oh, look. There's an elevator!!) That was after he burst into my hospital room and asked to use the bathroom. My daughter, who accompanied me on the trip, was horrified! The ambulette was run-down, smelled funky, and had no air conditioning (during a particularly hot spell in NYC in Summer 2005). He bounced and shoved the wheelchair down the street, then up the ambulette ramp, with my head bobbing and flopping. The wheelchair was placed sideways in the vehicle with just the wheelchair brakes holding it in place. If there was an accident, I was a goner. Then the driver asked me for directions! I couldn't see straight, let alone see where I was.
Some day, my daughter and I will write a short story about the details of that day.
Yeah, the ride home is fun.