Going Home

The day finally arrived where they would release us and we could drive HOME. Home- a (new) place to live ... in Alabama. A place that I thought of as vacation - of comfort, relaxation, my parents - temporary. Now home. At this point I am so happy to go home I don't care or even want to think about my life and what lay ahead.

Up to this point we have been in the hospital for 2 weeks. I know that is not a long time, compared to other people, but to me - us- it seemed like FOREVER. The worst part was ... well, everything. Except - for the food. My God, the food was so good. And they would deliver it to us if we wanted to order. Not only did they provide us with a huge menu, but there were also a couple diners we could sit and eat or take out. I have never eaten so good - and so cheap.

I was in 'waiting' to leave the hospital due to my calcium and creatine numbers. They both had to be within a certain range and it was taking forever to get there. It would be good one day, then back down the next. Then it would go back up, but not enough. It was a very frustrating, daily wait and hope and pray that my numbers would be up. Because from our perspective, I was doing no-good by being in the hospital. I could do the same thing (watch tv and walk and WAIT) at HOME. Why did I need to be there? Augh. Hmm.

Somehow (probably by my crying because I was going crazy being in the hospital) we convinced my surgeon that if my numbers were at a certain point they would release me. She agreed. We drew blood that night (like every night) - and waited (tried to sleep - but impossible) to see what they were. There was a good (they better be) chance they were going to be what they needed/wanted.........But because life ISN'T easy and makes you want to laugh ... guess what happened?

The results didn't come back, for a number of unexplained reasons the tests didn't go through. So another blood test. Which meant another day to wait.
We waited until that morning to get the results. Waited. Ate breakfast. Waited. Talked to the doctor. Waited. AND then, FINALLY - she said we could go. YES. 2 weeks... out. And then we waited. Papers. Waiting. Taking IV out. Waiting. But who cares, we were on our way out.

The car ride home was weird (I don't know how else to describe it for now). Because of my drugs I didn't feel "normal" so it was a little scary being in a car and not having control. I will explain this feeling later.

Home. New home.
Now just learning to sleep.