Home Sweet Home

Monday turned out to be a long day of waiting.

We waited for someone from the neuro surgeon's office to confirm E.'s discharge.

We waited for the diabetic trainer, who gave us 1/2 of the training we needed, and then said she'd return for the remainder since doing it all at once would be "overwhelming."

We waited for the medical doctor/hospitalist to give the "official ok" for discharge.

We waited for the diabetic trainer, who gave us the rest of the necessary education.

We waited for the medical doctor some more.

And some more. And some more.

We were thrilled to finally get the news that we could go home.

Then we waited for the nurse to remove E.'s port access.

We waited for all the discharge paperwork.

We waited for a wheelchair.

And then we were finally on our way!

Last stop: pharmacy. And guess what? We waited there too.

At the end of the day though, life was good. E. was at home. He sat in his recliner in the living room, watched some tv, visited with his dad and the kids, and ate some dinner.

He then got his handful of various medications and got situated in his spiffy circa 1970's hospital bed. Something still wasn't right though. Ahh yes, he was missing the remote controls. So, with the tv on and the remote controls in his hands, E. was soon in slumberland.