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ASHTON
I felt far from invigorated but ten times better than I had in weeks as Rhett drove us away from the hospital. The process of being discharged had taken hours, and the lunch Skylar had planned for us at home would end up being an early dinner, but I didn’t care.
I still had a few days left of oral antibiotics but no more drugs since the pain had faded from my upper abdomen. The lump on my head had gone down, and I’d been given the green light to finish resting up at home with plans to follow up with my PCP.
A few things in my life needed to change though—no more wine, unfortunately, but I could live without it. Red meat, all things deep-fried, and pastries were also off the list, but Skylar had been over the moon the day before while visiting, sharing dozens of recipes she pl
