Back At Home

Joe bright me home Saturday evening. I think they kept me an extra day because I fainted Friday morning trying to brush my teeth. The doctor came in shortly afterwards and said I would probably be going home. I said that was a daunting thought considering I had just been drug back to bed by some big burly male nurse.  It was decided by the powers that be,sometime that afternoon,that I would not be discharged until Saturday. That was more doable. 

Now this is my view at breakfast. So sorry Kit Kat but you will have to wait for Joe. I cannot even push open the door. 

And just in case you are interested, the last load of hay followed the ambulance to the house.

I will spare you the pictures but I able to get Joe to take off the dressing over my incisions. He said that was not in his wheel house. But he managed and took a picture so I could see the 6  incisions and 66 staples. 

Now sister C is here to babysit me while Joe can get some farm chores done. I am very thankful for all of the help and prayers.