I brought my mom home from the hospital on Monday, as we had anticipated. She told me she was SOOOOOOO happy to a) sleep in her own bed, b) to have some peace and quiet finally, and c) to put on a bra for the first time in almost a week.
Funny, the things you miss when you’re laid up for a while.
The doctor said her incision was healing nicely, and he was able to remove all twenty staples before she left. I’m glad he did that – how would Mom ever get through a metal detector with staples in her neck? Not that there’s a metal detector to get into her building or anything, and not that the staples couldn’t have been removed a day or so later by her own physician, but it just kind of creeps me out to think of staples in my mom’s neck. Don’t they use that plastic thread that disintegrates on its own any more?
Anyway, she’s home and she’s doing well. She’s been making and receiving many phones calls (we have a big family), and her favourite sister (my aunt who came in from Edmonton on the weekend) is still staying with her. My aunt is anxious to ensure that Mom is comfortable and not doing too much and is resting as much as she needs to. I suspect that the two of them are pretty much constantly laughing their asses off, too. It’s what they do when they get together.
They are also planning to hit the casino tomorrow morning.