Wasn’t bad but this time we had a shared, non-private room to recover in before I was cleared to go home.  Non-private rooms make staying at hospital even more uncomfortable than it usually is, and much less relaxing (if you want to call a bunch of needle sticks and a hospital bed relaxing).  Just before we were ready to leave, Dr. Chen came in.  I was happy to see him and reached to shake his hand from my requisite reclining position.  I saw, though, that he held a printout in his hand of . . . perhaps a piece of AMV-ness still left.  Darn, anyway.