I'm Home!

I will add more later (with pictures), but I'm home!!!  Just in case anyone cared.  *snort*

So far today I have managed to clean the downstairs bathroom, pick up a framed picture I bought before I left, shopped at the commissary (uff da!), and took Christian to his orthodontist appointment.  Oh yes, and stopped by Bed Bath and Beyond for two boxes of regular coffee k-cups, because in my absence my older two children decided to become 'regular' coffee consumers.  They left me four Jamaica Me Crazy regular coffee k-cups and four Breakfast In Bed k-cups. 

I do need to cut back, though.  I was, after all, in Seattle.  Well, on Bainbridge Island (to be specific) . . . where there literally are many coffee shops (including Starbucks).  I also went into Poulsbo (Little Norway) and Kingston/Hansville . . . where there are little mum and pop coffee shops all over the place.  Wow.  Anyway, I've had one cup of regular coffee this morning and one decaf. 

Yes, I do have an headache.  But, I'm glad glad glad to be home!!!!

On my mum:  her recovery is going well.  Her shoulder did not need surgery, thank God.  If so, I would have (with my siblings) agreed she would need to recover from that in a nursing home (mentally, this would have done mum in, we all believe - she has a dreadful, irrational fear of being stuffed into one for the rest of her days; which, is tempting to say the least, at times . . . ahem ahem ahem, oh heavens!).  Okay, so that didn't need to happen.  They wanted her to recover from her heart scare/shoulder in a nursing home but she went wacko off on them and that's why I went home:  so she could go home.  She does not have congestive heart failure (although, if she does not continue to take care of herself - insert doubt on all our parts here - she will have before long).  Apparently, oxygen rich blood isn't filling her chambers up and that causes her light-headedness and chest discomfort.  Honestly, her potassium levels were so high, she had to stay in hospital longer than she wanted.  She struggled with feeling like she was tied down (in the bed; she wasn't tied down, but the rails up made her uneasy).  They let her sleep in a chair, because, quite frankly, she wasn't having the bed.  In fact, they released her the day I flew in . . . my brother, dad, and mum were on the ferry boat right behind Christian and I.  Huh.  I barely got turned around before she came in the door.

She was sooooo surprised.

I hope that in the coming days she won't start complaining I didn't do nearly enough for them while I was there, but knowing her the way I do, it's inevitable.  Personally, the more ornery she is, the healthier I know she will be.  So, it's not such a bad thing then.

God is good all of the time.  Amen.