When I came in today, Elsa was in a very good mood. She had discovered "patient refuses," the command word when she does not feel like acccepting what the medical team wants her to have, such the nasty hepburn shots and insulin, just because she was one point over the lower limit.
As Bob Marley would sing.
Get up, stand up, refuse the hepburn shot.
Get up, stand up, don't accept the insulin.
Get up, stand up, say no to the hospital.
Get up, stand up, patient want no more pain.
She has been walking and drinking broth and liquids. Her surgeon said she could start solid foods tomorrow if she wants. She wants.