Wow 7 days would have driven me to the funny farm. I had a reaction to something as they wheeled me into surgery. All I remember is that the anesthesioligist was keeping an eye on a rash on my legs. And I was horribly nauseated when I woke up. They almost released me on Monday, decided against it and were glad because my BP dropped pretty dramatically Monday night, as did my oxygen, my potassium, pulse, and my temp went up. I guess I scared the nurse pretty good. Today I drove myself to the mall so I could walk. That's a no no, but I live alone and if I wait for someone to take me, I'll never get better. This has been depressing. My son can't always be here and I'm not one to ask for help although I have had many offers, I can't bring myself to accept. Instead I've been trying my damndest, and crying a lot. It's really hard. I wouldn't do it again.