Last days and coming home.

 

 


 

Yesterday was ridiculous.

Thursday we had nice visits from friends, one of which necessitated some creative seating arrangements. (And, of course, faces from me as I express myself with my usual gusto.)

Friends are nice.

And then Bridget got up and moved around so very well. Every single person who works in that hospital is encouraging and wonderful and kind.


 


Sukie had spent the night with her, on account of Sukie being a trouper and Bridget needing her to finish a movie with her (she loves watching movies with her sisters), but it being too late to wait to the end of the movie and then drive the hour home.

So I left. Sukie takes care of us.





Yesterday morning I ran out of the house (knowing that the discharge would take all day, but wanting to be there for the surgeon's visit) without my camera cord or an additional skein of yarn. I had thought all along that Sukie would be the one to go home, and had spoken to her and even sent her an email to remind her to bring me another skein without fail. Of course, I didn't email myself.

Ugh. The inefficiency.

No posting, no knitting. That yarn kept getting shorter and shorter and then... it was done. And I couldn't even tell you about it.

Of course they discharged us at exactly, but exactly, 5 pm. On a Friday. In Boston. My husband was trying to encourage us to stay an extra hour or two, because what's the point in sitting in traffic. Well, yes, but what is the point of sitting in the hospital? At some point you make one of those cost/benefit analyses, check the traffic report, weigh your options, and go.

It wasn't so bad after all, I mean, it was bad, but we weren't in that ROOM -- and then we were home!

{To those of you who spend lots of time in hospitals taking care of your dear ones, I salute you. Of course, we just do what we have to do.}

The nausea comes and goes.

She got up to have a lovely bath (I guess the Jacuzzi comes in handy once a decade, after all), being careful not to get the back of her head wet but appreciating getting the front clean, and here she is talking to Nick in Hong Kong.


Yes, it really is this cold here.

 


Soon I'll fix her hair, and hopefully she'll be able to eat something! We're on the road to recovery! With a good guard-nurse!