Home!!
I'm home! Last night the doctor decided that there was no reason to keep me in the hospital any longer, and decided to send me home in the morning. I still have to be on oxygen for a while, but I can do that at home. The people should be here sometime in the next half hour to get that all set up, but in the meantime I have my temporary tank.
It's so nice and quiet here! I have already taken a nap, and while I'm not allowed to shower yet, I think this afternoon I might shampoo my hair. Growing up, the only shower was in our basement, where it was very cold, so we often just shampooed our hair in the kitchen sink, so I'm an expert.
Our school is doing all sorts of interesting things in order to "improve instruction," including grouping us into groups called "Critical Friends Groups," or CFGs. We meet every two weeks, and while some CFGs hate each other, hate the whole process, and feel like it's a big waste of time, our CFG really likes each other, and most of us feel like it's the only meeting we look forward to. We're not getting much done as far as the protocols and things that we're supposed to be doing, but we do a little, and I just enjoy them. This morning, the scheduled meeting was for the CFGs to meet, and mine met in my hospital room. We were missing one person, but it was a lot of fun to see everyone. They brought me flowers, and we just talked for a while. Some of them had wanted to surprise me, but I'm glad that a couple of them rethought it and gave me a call. Otherwise, I don't know if it would have been a pleasant surprise. This way I could make sure I was awake, had combed my hair, had warned the nurse that eight people were coming to see me, etc. Everyone hugged me, including Sergeant Major Blackburn, which surprised me.
Bogie is very glad to have me home. He is really mad at Brent, apparently having decided that Brent took me away. Unfortunately, he may have gotten the message that sinking his claws into Brent's leg is effective, because he did that, and later, Brent brought me home. Cat logic is sometimes a little faulty.
In niece news, this morning I talked to Celi on the phone, and she told me that she "ate Pops, and spilled juice on couch, and shirt, and pants, and socks." Fortunately, I had already heard from my sister that they had learned not to drink juice on the couch today, so the story made sense. Anne filled in for me that "pops" are Corn Pops.
It's so nice and quiet here! I have already taken a nap, and while I'm not allowed to shower yet, I think this afternoon I might shampoo my hair. Growing up, the only shower was in our basement, where it was very cold, so we often just shampooed our hair in the kitchen sink, so I'm an expert.
Our school is doing all sorts of interesting things in order to "improve instruction," including grouping us into groups called "Critical Friends Groups," or CFGs. We meet every two weeks, and while some CFGs hate each other, hate the whole process, and feel like it's a big waste of time, our CFG really likes each other, and most of us feel like it's the only meeting we look forward to. We're not getting much done as far as the protocols and things that we're supposed to be doing, but we do a little, and I just enjoy them. This morning, the scheduled meeting was for the CFGs to meet, and mine met in my hospital room. We were missing one person, but it was a lot of fun to see everyone. They brought me flowers, and we just talked for a while. Some of them had wanted to surprise me, but I'm glad that a couple of them rethought it and gave me a call. Otherwise, I don't know if it would have been a pleasant surprise. This way I could make sure I was awake, had combed my hair, had warned the nurse that eight people were coming to see me, etc. Everyone hugged me, including Sergeant Major Blackburn, which surprised me.
Bogie is very glad to have me home. He is really mad at Brent, apparently having decided that Brent took me away. Unfortunately, he may have gotten the message that sinking his claws into Brent's leg is effective, because he did that, and later, Brent brought me home. Cat logic is sometimes a little faulty.
In niece news, this morning I talked to Celi on the phone, and she told me that she "ate Pops, and spilled juice on couch, and shirt, and pants, and socks." Fortunately, I had already heard from my sister that they had learned not to drink juice on the couch today, so the story made sense. Anne filled in for me that "pops" are Corn Pops.
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