Home At Last!

As comforting and relaxing as it is to have her vital signs checked every four hours, her meals delivered to her bedside in varying degrees of warmness, and her sense of time suspended by the constant glare of strong flourescent lighting (which has the added attraction of making skin look pale and clammy at all times), Sylvia still shares the universal desire to get out of the hospital as soon as she can. But of course it is not so simple as checking out of a hotel; one doesn't check out, one is dismissed, and it takes a sign-off from a variety of people to be properly dismissed, people who don't like to come to work early on a Saturday to do their jobs. So, hopeful though we were to leave this morning, it was about 1:45p before we got out of the hospital.


Since we live just 1.4 miles from the hospital, Charlie got to see his home for the first time before 2:00. As you can see, he didn't see much; he'll have to check it out later.