Tootled around the triangularly arranged unit; at the end I
found a lounge with a plaque that said: "This room was given
in honor of Francis H. Burr by American Airlines, Inc." I
thought that notable enough to note.

I had been promised a short stay up here, assuming that the
cardiologist and the interventionist and the ID doc and the
monitoring folks cleared me, and I was itching to get out.
People trickled in all day: some biomechanical guy made what
I thought was a half-hearted effort to convince me to keep a
monitor on on a long-term basis, but he was easily put off.
But then his supervisor came up to convince me, so I got
kind of curt with him ("kind of"? he probably thought I was
going to tear his head off), and he left hastily, and soon
the paperwork releasing me came through. I wonder if I would
have run away if it had not done so. In any case I was so
excited to get out of there that I ran off trailing my IV
(disconnected) and my report (disconnected for 8 months).
I removed the IV myself a day later, when I noticed it while
disrobing to take a shower.