I finally got the go ahead. Here in about 30 mins, I will begin discharge paperwork. I actually cried when he told me I could go home. I miss my life so much.
And that has got me thinking. I can't put any pressure on this leg for several more months, and I could be in physical therapy for a year. I won't be able to do all the stuff I gritch about on here. Looks like I have to make a change. I will need to learn how to sew. And more small in your lap projects will need to be preformed.
But the guys are on it. They built me a ramp yesterday. And even though I will not be able to participate in the large builds, I can at least make sure that I have pictures. This means you will hear Husaband's voice more often.
and a quick thank you for the PayPal tips.
My face is healing. Still looks like I was beaten (with an ugly stick! Hardyhardhar)
I will miss my view of the city (why I think my sarcasm has started healing )
And of course I am packed. And this ugly little guy seems to have become my broke knee mascot.
See you back at the Neophyte Homestead.