After our consultation with her doctor, we took my mom home for some much needed R&R. Let’s face it, when you are sick and feeling puny, there is nothing better than being in your own bed, surrounded by your stuff.
We said good-bye to those wonderful souls on the Angel floor and loaded my mom into the car for the ride home. My husband, James (it’s so cool to get on the car and say “Home, James) was designated driver and he did a wonderful job of getting my mom home in one piece – avoiding all the potholes and bumps in the round.
Once we got her through that threshold on Middleton Circle, she put on her jim-jams and melted into a nice, warm bed.
It’s true what Dorothy says – “There’s no place like home!”
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