No Place like Home

We got home Saturday night. The hospital was a wild ride. Too much to go into, except to highlight. Excy's surgery was about five hours, and they let me see him for only 10 min. that first night. He was 10 lbs puffed up from meds, and riddled with tubes, wires, breathing tubes, tied down to keep from ripping out the tubes, and looked so bad when I saw him, the next day I marveled at how much one could change just overnight. Thankfully, he looked like himself again. I haven't had as dramatic a change with my brain and other surgeries...when they stop your heart for an hour it makes a drastic difference.

He had a minor set-back days later, so we had to spend more time there than we anticipated, but overall it went well, and the Cleveland Clinic is a stellar hospital. The hotel attached to it, on the other hand, was not -- charging what they do, we were surprised. The first night we had to change rooms the next day, and they tried to double-bill us at the end and it took until today to get it straight, but thankfully our bank didn't make us pay the overdraft charges that resulted. Excy almost didn't make it through the commute home, nearly fainting by the time we reached Chicago for our second flight, and he has run a low grade fever since, but I think he's on the mend now. I got pulled over driving us from the airport, but the cop didn't give me a ticket -- not even a warning ticket -- I think he could tell I was on the brink of a genuine breakdown by then...

Thanks for all the thoughts. I will write something later this week.