Waiting for the pharmacy bag, the all clear for take-off, and my passport to my new life.
Armed with un-touched crochet, a bag of various flavoured protein drinks, some drugs, and everything else, I am finally able to leave hospital at 4:30pm in the tlc of Mr 1957 who has been working like a dog all day, and came straight to rescue me, straight from the workplace.
Waving goodbye is a high moment.
Getting into the car and breathing fresh air is totally fabulous.
Settling in at home is easy.
I have 2 nights at home before my beautiful babies come home to me. I admit to feeling overwhelmed by the mammoth task of recovery, but all disappears at the thought of the cuddles, kisses and warm feelings of mutual love that are coming my way on Sunday afternoon. Sleep is needed.
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