(and here is where you all have the synthesized bridge of this song running through your head…) We are on final countdown notice for discharge. Gathering final paperwork and signatures, booking ben and my appointments to have our kidneys harvested to pay for this stay, gathering all the medical supplies laying around the room up …
And head out!!! (hey, the humor’s free around here – take what you can get!) Anyhoo. Biggest news of today – Dr. A thinks he will write discharge order for Kendall tomorrow morning! All teams have made final reports and they all are pretty much blaming nutrition/GI for the root of all her problems, so …
It is odd to me that in seven years I have come full circle. Seven years ago tomorrow I entered the hospital, really for the first time in my life (except for the random ER visit), as a single entity. And tomorrow, seven years later, I will be {hopefully} taking home my fourth bundle of …
THIS is what it means: friends & family who bring you meals/coffee/bags of goodies/clean out your children’s closets/watching your children/being surrogate parents to your children/organizing your daily living needs for the next few weeks/praying for you and over you. And so much more. I am blessed beyond measure by the outpouring of love and support …
Not quite as fun to say as feces, but a close second. You have to emphasize the second C. PICC. PICC. PICC. Kendall was just taken away from us to have her PICC line inserted. And yes it really is purple like that picture! I took a picture of the one the nurse used to …
