Leaving the hospital turned out to be a 'false alarm' since I went back and spent two days getting my heart's rhythm realigned.
In the next bed, a quiet fellow fifteen years my junior had multiple problems that included having had a toe cut off and wrestling through the nights trying to figure out where he was and then telling the nurse quietly that he had shit in the bed.
So I am a little ga-ga at the moment ... from lack of sleep as much as anything, I imagine. Trying to answer emails resulted in a bunch of typos, as did even this small entry. So I will take a shower and try to wash away both a whispering body odor and a sense of having been distanced from the air and sky.