Freedom (At Last!)

It's the day that seemed quite impossible--I am out of the hospital after 3 months and who knows how many days!!!! People have asked "What was it like finally getting out?"
Well, at first I was nervous--would everything be what I thought it would be? Most of it was. My first step out, a breeze blew, making all the smells of the city rush to my nose. The first thing I smelled was cigarrette smoke, then the wonderful, pollute-filled wiff of car gas. Farther along our journey to the Ronald McDonald House, I could smell flowers...flowers!!! The walk was tiring (two and a half blocks is hard when your longest walk in the hospital was two and a half hallways) and I had to rest my feet on the bed. It's all embarrassing--I'm still building balance and muscle. Who knew you could lose so much strength after a heart transplant?
Anyways, the Ronald McDonald is great, although there's this one manual elevator that my dad and I will never, ever use again--we got stuck in it for about fifteen minutes until some of the staff ladies came and saved us. (If any of you ever have to stay here, use the stairs or the elevator that is not manual.)
I can tell life will get better, at least, I'm hoping so. I'm not getting too riled up about leaving on Thursday--the doctors said it was a maybe, so I'm not raising my hopes.
But I do know I'm getting out, and I'll stick with that for now.