finally home

I finally got home. My friend RH and her cute baby picked me up on the curb - I felt like someone in a rest home - they took me from my room downstairs and put me by the window to look outside. There was a group of us there waiting anxiously for the car to pull up so we could get away from the plastic sheets and mattresses, the bad food (never get the chicken sandwich at St. Lukes), and the poke and prodding.
So we went to go have a little lunch (after I changed out of my PJ pants....didn't think anyone else would want to see me in those!) and then to go get my medicines. Usually, when you go get them, basically you just pick them up, they ask you if you have any questions but of course, not me. The pharmacist wanted to talk to me....he is my version of the conversation:
him: Ma'am, are you still taking your thyroid medicine?
me: yes, sir
him: does your doctor who prescribed these meds know you are on that thyroid medicine?
me: yes, sir. I've been in the hospital and he had to monitor all of my medications
him: do you understand that your thyroid meds also act as a blood thinner? you are taking an extremely high dose of blood thinners.
me: I guess I knew that as I saw it online - but I specifically asked about it - and he said it was okay.
him: as long as you consulted, but you need to be careful. if you bump into something, you may start bleeding internally and won't stop. and look out for a red rash where you are basically prespiring blood. and look out for (and he continues to say all the ugly horrible things that could happen while on these drugs).
me: what should I do? should we call the doctors? I mean, they know I am on these - both my endocronologist and my doctor from the hospital. They told me of most of these risks - but what am I supposed to do? I obviously need all these meds?
him: well, if I thought it was really serious, I wouldn't let it leave the pharmacy. I just wanted to know the situation and make sure you and your doctors knew what you were doing.
I mean, really? I'm already freaked out a bit, then you have to go into this whole long analysis of everything that could potentially go wrong with me and totally freak me out even more? yes, I understand I need to be careful (don't think that I am really considering not shaving my legs for at least a week just so I don't cut myself!) and I have been reading about all of the side effects and such. I am probably the only person to ever read every freaking word on every piece of literature received from the hospital and from the pharmacy and the box of lovenox that they gave me. And don't think for a second that I now don't own a red hazardous box for my "supplies" from my lovenox!
I am almost wondering if I should like pad the corners of my tables and the door frames..which for some odd reason I have a horrible time walking through them without hitting them with an arm! I guess I just have to be really, really careful. *sigh*