I’m back at the Casa. They don’t know what it is/was, but they know it’s getting better and the didn’t have any medicine they thought would help, so they sent me home.

Thus, out of the hospital, and while I feel better, I would not say under any circumstances that I feel ‘good’.

Better. It’s relative. That said, it’s really good to get out of that gown, into some real clothes, and home.

Now I just need to fix all the crap my passing-out episode broke in the bathroom.