I spent yesterday in rehab and aftercare classes in preparation for Manchild’s discharge, which is supposed to be this afternoon. Will it actually happen? Only if he can drop deuce. It has been six days, which isn’t the longest for him. After his first surgery in Alaska, it took about twelve days for his bowels to begin working properly again and after the botched surgery, it took ten. I can’t even imagine how uncomfortable that must be. We’ll see what happens.
I got my very first post-surgery “hug” from MC yesterday as we were leaving. Best almost hug ever. I took off with my Mom at about 3:30 to head back to my parent’s house to do some laundry and maybe get some actual sleep.
I felt horrible leaving him, but it’ll be easier for everyone to have one less person to wrangle while they’re trying to get him home. I desperately needed the rest too. I went to bed around 9pm last night, woke up at 3am, and then again at 8am. Nearly 11 hours of sleep. That’s probably as much sleep in one night as I had gotten total in the prior nine days. And now I feel sick. Excellent.