Rebecca got to go home Monday afternoon. She’s in a world of pain, but I think being out of the hospital is the first real step in recovering because this way no one is interrupting what precious little sleep you get in between pain meds to take your temperature, harvest your blood, or just poke and prod you just for giggles and kicks.

I came home from staying with her on Saturday night thoroughly exhausted from the lack of sleep. Folks, I can’t believe I’m going to say this but, there is only so much coffee can accomplish in keeping one awake, and I think I quickly reached those jittery limits. John, my brother-in-law, look over Saturday night, and mom took a turn Sunday night. I was expecting to return, after checking up on Chester (he was fine but lonely) and getting some much needed rest Monday afternoon, but I received a call that she should be discharged later that day.

Now that she’s home she can work on resting properly, building up her strength, and re-nourishing her body after days on a clear liquid diet -- I think she’s more excited about the later than any of them.