Someone is finally feeling MUCH better!!
.... Most of the time.
Either way, she had a little visit from a therapy dog...
.... Watched a few hundred episodes of "Full House," (which made me feel VERY old)...
... Took a walk with "Frisbee Boy's Mom"
Tried to play a game of "Pie Face," (Hello, kitchen? Yes I'd like to order the pudding with the whipped cream, except no pudding please.")
... Did a few crafts...
.... Went for a ride around the hospital...
And then I took her home!!!!
She is home on what I'll call a "conditional basis," meaning that she has a few goals she has to meet within the next few days, otherwise she has to go back into the hospital for an automatic 7-10 day stay. I'm hoping that just being back in the house with her family and her own bed will help with the healing process, and I've wiped my calendar clean for the next week so that I can focus on her recovery.
Love her so much, and we are all so, so, so happy that she is home.
Oh, and just because it's me, guess what happened when The Guy took The Girl Child's prescription to the pharmacy?
He put it in the little drive-thru box, it went up into the ceiling so that it could go into the pharmacy... but it never came down.
Walgreen's ceiling ate her prescription.
And no one could get it out.
Since it was for a controlled substance, the doctor could not just send in a new one. The Guy had to drive all the way to her doctor's office, swear up and down that he hadn't sold the drugs on the street, have the pharmacy confirm his ludicrous story, and give him a new prescription.
Because why wouldn't the Walgreens ceiling eat it?
What the heck.