I once spent a night in ER with green_trilobite (can't recall exactly what for, now) and overheard a number of conversations in which 90-year-olds having chest pains and confusion, and people brought in for emergency tracheotomies, insisted they were just fine and asked to go home without everyone making all this fuss. They eventually had to call in a doctor from another department who'd had an emergency trach herself several years earlie,r to show the woman that it had only left a tiny scar which was much better than being dead and that she wasn't going to end up like Andy Garcia in Dead Again.

Which is my roundabout way of saying "glad you're feeling better."