I am home. Think I'll pause right there to take in just how good it feels to be able to write that.
The trip home wasn't nearly as tortuous as I had expected, except for the hour inside Walmart filling prescriptions and shopping for jello. The animals were all very happy to see me. I have no pictures of the reunions; hugging was more important than focusing.
Frankly, I'm shocked by how good I feel and how much I am able to do. I know what you're saying. Stop shaking your heads.
I will listen to my body and follow doctor's orders. Within reason. They trust me to do the right things,
as long as those things don't include any heavy lifting for the next five weeks. They even gave me
my very own staple remover so that I don't have to make any unnecessary trips to town.
Let the DIY project begin!