Hurry up, hurry up ..... wait, wait, wait! Again, no one seems to know who's got the final word. Dennis had his clothes on early this morning. He's ready to be gone. He's tired of a hospital bed and the interrupted sleep and hospital meals and being in the same room all the time. This is all good because he now has the motivation to not come back. I spent the afternoon cleaning out all the nooks and crannies where Dennis has stashed "goodies...in case he goes low (hypoglycemic)" Yeah right! He had alot of things that hidden that aren't necessary and even though it kills me to throw away foodstuffs but I had to do it ...for the good of Dennis and his foot.
My early prediction needing a pickup truck to drag all of the stuff home turned out to be true. I did drive the truck because I thought it would be easier for him to get into and have more room for his tootsie....and it did, in fact, take the entire bed of the truck to bring home all of the medical supplies, etc. The transfer from hospital to home was smooth for him and a ton of work for me. I took over as pharmacist, nurse, laboratory, dietician, endocinologist, wound specialist, press corp, cook, and adult day care! Den started his new life with his own room and new bed and private space to rest and heal.
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