We were just sitting (well, I was sitting, Mauri was lying) in Room 947, his home away from home, when the nurse came in and announced we could go home! All of the necessary criteria had been accomplished, and we were good to go—a day early! We both took that as happy news. So we wasted only a little time throwing our stuff in a bag (Ha! Who am I kidding? One of us sat on the side of the bed; the other did the throwing) and hit the road for a pleasant 45-minute Saturday afternoon drive to Newberg.
Once the patient was settled in his comfy recliner, where he can watch his games while he sleeps, I headed to Walgreens. During the wait for scripts to be filled, I texted our surprising whereabouts to a few. All things considered, he’s doing great! That doesn’t mean he’s feeling great, but that will come in time.
And thanks to all who care about my dear man and have prayed and inquired about his progress. It helps a lot!