One more day, they say.
I want them to say, "Your drainage is fine, get dressed and get out of here."
Unlike in the US one does not need to leave by a wheelchair. I'm debating skipping.
However, being there the extra day had an advantage. The woman who makes my future prosthesis stopped by with a catalog. The lingerie is fantastic. The model has had a mastectomy also but from the photos is impossible to tell.
There are several places to buy lingerie and a prosthesis here in Geneva, but this young woman is more than a sales person. She is passionate about helping us adjust and regain confidence. Just because losing a breast doesn't bother me, doesn't mean others aren't terribly upset and listening her talk to my roommate was heart warming.
And speaking of my roommate, we are having a really good time.
There is only one almost grouchy nurse and it is our goal to make her smile. She did when my roommate and I were prowling the corridor and joked we were working on a marathon but the triathlon would have to wait.
As much as I want to be home this day will pass with many small pleasures.