My counts are up. I will be released. My RN tries to hurry the process along, but even with his best efforts, it is still noon before I sign the final papers. It takes every ounce of energy I have to get dressed. Afterwards, I sit in the chair panting, waiting for my strength to return.
I am somewhat concerned about leaving this sheltered environment, but I know I must. I am not at all sure I am really out of danger, but should anything go awry, I can call. Slowly I am stripped of all restraints - the heart monitor, the IV, the port connection.
I barely step one foot in the door when Sugar bounds to me, jumping and crying and licking and frantic. She is wriggling so hard I can't even pick her up! Poor baby. Drew tells me she has taken to licking the walls, an odd behavior. I sit and she jumps in my lap not to be peeled off for any reason. Its OK. We both rest.
It is so good to be home. How joyous to sit in a comfy chair and see live trees from the window and sleep in my very own cozy bed wrapped in Mom's quilt. Ah, much more restful. I just may be OK after all. I am not dancing the light fantastic quite yet, but I will get there.
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Esther--so sorry to hear of your recent travails. You are so strong and have so much courage, I really admire that. I hope that strength and health return to you soon. We're sending you all good thoughts from Illinois.
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