I have seen patients with big puffy yellow ribbons and didn’t realize until late last week (when Bob told me) that those mean that it is your discharge week.
Bob got his yellow ribbon today. I was so excited to see his coronation.
Bob. Not so much. He is definitely excited to come home, but not as excited about the bow as I am. See his forced smile in the third picture?
I was a bit teary today as I helped him hand out his thank you cards and waited for the Edible Arrangements to arrive for the nurses station and therapy room as a sign of our gratitude for his care.
Come on. I cried as Jeremiah gave me my visitor tag this morning. This has been my life for two months. It’s gonna be a big change and a big adjustment.
And Ken (the chef in the cafeteria) made sure Bob had pulled pork for lunch (and again for dinner). Ken also said he could make it again when we come here for our one month follow up. It was the first thing Bob asked for when he woke up on April 8.
Bob thanks me all the time for not leaving him during this time. What kind of human would I be if that’s what I did?!? I adore him, even though when counting PT exercises today on his fingers, he counted at me with a special finger because I was harassing him about his count. 🙄✋ Pick one.
On his death bed, Steve Jobs said, “The One who loves you will never leave you for another because even if there are 100 reasons to give up he or she will find one reason to hold on.”
I have a mess of reasons to hang on. He drives me crazy. And I love our crazy. Get ready for Bob 2.0.
Pray for us all tomorrow. We have three meetings before discharge and a boat load of goodbyes. Sniff.
BTW. Boy job alert. I fixed the toilet in my hotel room when the plunger chain thinger came off the stopper thinger. I wasn’t waiting for maintenance. And I’m sure those thingers have names.
I’m proud of me. I can do this. We can do this. Thank you to all of our cheerleaders and prayer warriors. Xoxo