Day 3 - Home at Last

Home at last. It feels good to be home after spending over a week in the hospital. I escaped from the hospital at 2 p.m. The first thing I do when I get home is look for my cats. I have three indoor cats --Smokey, Casey, and Kippy -- that I am very attached to. They look at me in in the wheelchair and are scared. One of them - Kippy -- hides under the bed and doesn't want to come out. After a while they realize it is me and come over to sniff me and my stuff to see where I've been. I know I'm ripe. My wife tells me so. She helps me take a shower. Several of my family and my wife's family come by to help. My mother-in-law had both of her knees replaced two years ago and knows what the pain and rehab is like. She's in her late 60s and if she can do it and walk again, so can I. Together they brought me a wheelchair, a walker, a chair for the shower, and a potty chair. I feel like a 70-year-old fart. I also get to see my younger son, Noah, 10, who I hadn't seen since the accident. He gives me a big hug. It's great to see him. He was staying at my in-laws while I was in the hospital. My mom brings me some brisket and potato salad. Nothing beats my mom's home cooking. It's good to eat some real food again.