I am HOME.
I have to admit it - I was scared to come home.
With my husband in Iraq I have just been very very reluctant to come home incapable of taking care of myself.
I got terribly sick to my stomach as we were getting ready to leave. My mom had gone to Rite-Aid to pick up my RX's (milk of magnesia included!) and my 6 year old was playing in the room while we waited. Either the movement or the noise, or just the thought of going home (maybe still a little leftover Prune Juice with MOM stomach ache) - in anycase, I was SICK.
The nurse gave me a shot of phenegren, I was really not looking forward to a 45 minute drive home while upchucking. I laid down, rested, and within the hour I was doing much better.
The home health people came by my room and said they would be in contact, the PT people came by and gave me one last session - including some exercises to do on this right leg.
I finally got in the Suburban (reclined as much as possible and gripping the OMG bars with a deathgrip) and started home.
Much to my surprise - I made it home - and in really good condition!
I almost didn't want to get back in bed when I got home! I was very reluctant to have to lie back down.
But, I was a good girl and rested.
I ended up going up and down the stairs about 4 times during the day. Good leg up, bad leg down. Talk about 'behind'-cheek workout!! OW!
I woke up this morning surprised that my right leg was still numb. It's like, now that I am home, everything in the hospital was supposed to have been a dream.
But no, I've still got a very numb leg.
My back feels rather good for the workout I put it through. And now it's time for my Home nurse to be showing up to help me through the some personal care and walking - yeah for me