I had to have some blood drawn this morning and get a script filled at the hospital pharmacy. While we were waiting, I got wheeled back to the 3rd floor, from which I had been discharged last Sunday. I saw 2-3 nurses and aides, who all greeted me warmly. I also met a volunteer who had his surgery one year ago. He meets with people who are having heart surgery and tells them what to expect afterwards. My daughter suggested that I may want to join that volunteer group, but I said I'd be too negative for that right now. I will have to get beyond the terrible soreness before I would be of any help to a prospective patient. I'd scare them to death.