Home Sweet Home
I really missed that face last night. I hate being away from my family.
And even though I stayed in bed for an entire day and a half, I still don't feel rested.
You know, they're always coming in and taking your vitals or readjusting your monitor. You really don't get quality sleep. (You probably shouldn't have refused the Ambien. Dumbass. )
I never did get an explanation for the complications. I was discharged with this order only, "No heavy lifting." The nurse handed me my discharge papers and then watched as I loaded up my camera, laptop, clothes, pillow, overnight bag, purse, etc. into my weak and overly pricked arms. She asked, "Can you get all that?" (Oh, don't worry about me. I'm just doing a little heavy lifting all the way down the hall, through the breezeway, out to the garage. I'll be fine.) Isn't it standard procedure to wheel someone out to the parking lot? Oh, well. I'm happy to be out of there. I don't want to see that place again for at least another month and a half.
It felt so good to get home and take a shower. Tim, The Greatest Husband in The World, knows I love to come home to a tidy house. His parents kept Audrey overnight. So he was lonely and not only cleaned and organized, but began repainting our room. He is the best.
And what color do you think our bedroom is going to be?
Well, if you know us at all.... aqua! What else? We couldn't stand the pea green any longer. (You'll see pictures, soon.)
Still need a name for this baby...