Bringing it all back home

We arrived back this evening, all cardiac checking (apart from another on Thursday along with fracture check and ?) complete.

Alexander went immediately to bed.
Straight to sleep.
For the night, I think.

Hungry but not feeling like eating.
Wanting to be brave, feeling grumpy (and that's just me, Lois ... kidding ... I think).
Starting to realise just how curtailing having two immobile arms is gonna be.
(as well as undignified ...)

Good to be here, good to be near, what's next?

I reckon Gerald has a right to be aggrieved, other people's dramas superseding and subsuming attention for a while ...
But Gerald actually deserves a medal, volunteering to help transform Alexander's room from a 14yearold's "don't touch my stuff" cozy cobwebby chaos into something still recognisable but bearable as an invalid's escape.
Due to Ian Mander's offer to sit with Alexander, I took a trip out from Ward 24B and sorted it - as grateful to escape the closing in walls as for the chance to do the job.

Sophie's piano exam is on Wednesday.
And her cultural evening Wednesday and Thursday at school, performing both nights.
Em-ceeing the second night.

Sophie has been a trouper.
Also coming soon - a photo of her trash-to-fashion creation: it's wondrous, perfectly formed, and more glamourous than anything I've attempted to wear (let alone make from odds and ends and old stuff just by imagining and sewing).
Delicious, in fact.

Fire's glowing, no hospital for 2 days, reader's digest brahms (Bruch) soaring and soothing, Gerald doing a familiar moan about his school's remote internet connectivity, very gesellig.

L