I am back from Florida.
Actually I got home Saturday evening. To a clean house!! After the smelling salts brought me around, Steve took everyone out to dinner at Stout’s for pizza so I wouldn’t have to cook. Amber showed up just in time for a couple of hours of table-hogging and drinks. Then Jaymes, Vicki’s boyfriend, arrived so we stayed a little longer. Good thing we’re good tippers and it was a slow night or the waiter might have gotten a little po’d at the nearly 4 hours we monopolized the table. It was good to spend time just talking, laughing, telling jokes - you know, being a family. Don’t tell anyone but I missed them while I was gone.
My trip to Florida was … hmm… how can you describe so many days of hospital sitting? It was good to see my parents. It was good to see my brother and sister-in-law. It was good to see my aunts and my uncle. It was good to see my dad getting better.
When I arrived on Sunday night I was kinda freaked out. I thought my dad was doing better and there he was getting a blood transfusion! 2 bags! He didn’t seemed too freaked about it though and joked about getting his oil changed. The transfusion really perked him up quite a bit.
Late Thursday night (at 10 pm!) he was moved to a rehabilitation hospital. He’ll be there for about 2 weeks and then, hopefully, come home. After lying around the hospital for 17 days (not to mention the surgeries and complications), he needs to regain his strength.
Can you tell mom’s winning by a hair? And my parents wonder where we kids got our competitive natures.
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