HOME!

A woman with an official name tag stood by my bed and told me this morning that I could go home tomorrow. I replied that someone with an official name tag had told me yesterday that I could go home tomorrow, which is now today. Oh... They all seemed unsure about who actually decides. The OT person (I only saw her on two brief occasions) took me to demonstrate my stairs skills, which I managed up and down, though I then got all woozy and had to be wheelchaired back to my bed while she fanned me with my file. However, a pass is a pass.

And so, all the stars were in alignment near enough in alignment, and a decision was agreed upon by all. With the added bonus of the hospital asking the nurse to come to the flat to test my warfarin levels, being as how I'm not as mobile this time. Good! Trying to get me in and out of the car is like prizing a coiled spring into, and out of, something much too small.

Archie, as I have come to expect, was rather more interested in his peanut butter chewy toy than my arrival. Thanks, Arch. So I have been ignoring him too. And he definitely can't sit on my lap when he does deign to join me. JR took him up the hill and took this photo, which is pretty good.

Whoppee! Let the recovery begin.