No real news to report

I am, of course, still at my sister's house, and things are going fairly well. The wound on my butt is getting smaller, but it will still be some time before it is completely healed. My right foot is still in a weakened state, and it will, I fear, be some time before I have full use of it. My left shoulder still bothers me but that is an unrelated and much older issue.
Tomorrow I have an appointment to get a chest x-ray in preperation for a doctor's appointment next week. I am hoping that we can get to the condo to check the mail and the state of my car. My nephew passed his driver's test today, and I am thinking I will let him use my car until I get permission to drive again.
In other news, I spoke to my brother last night. He was saying that they did a CAT-Scan on his wife, who was battling breast cancer for the second time, from just below her chin to her knees. They found no trace of the cancer, so that is certainly good news.

Where the he!! have I been?

I lost the USB chord for my camera, so I can't upload the pics of my scar or the bedsore - and honestly, I wouldn't do that anyway - but they would be perfect illustrations for this post. Those of you who know me will already know most or all of this stuff, so you can skip this if you are squeamish.
On 6 January, at about 4 in the morning, I was online with a friend of mine chatting away, when I was suddenly hit by the nastiest toothache I ever experienced. This was soon followed by the total cessation of feeling and function from my right leg. Needless to say, I was perfectly willing at that point to give in to my friends sugggestion that I call 911 immediately.
Once the EMTs arrived, I explained what was going on to them, and when I told them that I had been born with a heart condition called Tetralogy of Fallot, they got particularly excited. After being rushed to the emergency room, I was choppered to the Hospital at the University of Pennsylvania. That was the last thing I remembered for about two weeks.
Of course, I was under some serious anaesthesia during that time, so I can describe for you fairly clearly where I THOUGHT I was. In my mind, I was incognito in some hospital in either Germany or England. My mission was to stay put and NOT let anyone find out who I was. Of course, my cover was blown by the appearance of my sister and niece. After that, I had a hard time figuring out what country I actually was in. I was thinking maybe Columbia, and I thought it odd when my other sister came to visit that she was talking to the nurse about catching the train home. I couln't figure out why she wouldn't simply rent a room somewhere for the night.
Anyway, the truth was that I had suffered an Acute Type A aortic dissection with right lower extremity malprefusion. (Copied directly from hospital release form) Basically, I was told that my heart was splitting in half, and the split continued down to my leg.
When I was 10 years old, I had had open-heart surgery to repair some holes in my heart, that I had been born with. This was the Tetralogy of Fallot. According to the surgeon, who performed the 9 hour emergency surgery that saved my life last month, the scar tissue left by that 1970 operation was what saved my life, by keeping the blood in place.
So to make a long story somewhat less long, I was under sedation for about a week and a half, then in ICU for a few days, at the cardiology wing for a week or so, then in a Rehabilitation Hospital for about 10 days. Now, I am at my sister's house for a while, before they let me go home. I am okay with that for a few reasons, but I really do want to get home.
We have had some MAJOR snow storms this week, and I still have the wound on my butt to contend with, so it is just as well I am here for a bit. I can't drive, and my piano is for shit.