Hooray!!! Glad you’re back. Heal up fast!
Welcome back! I’m glad you’re feeling better.
Hope you get better soon.
Ummm, don’t be spendin’ too much time in the hospital.
You didn’t eat the green Jell-o did you? NEVER eat green Jell-o. Wait until it gets ripe.
PICC lines are good. Not as easy as a PortaCath, but not as permanent, either. CAREFULLY follow all instuctions for keeping it dry, or there’ll be more problems re: infection. (I have too much practical experience in this field, unfortunately.)
Take care, and don’t work too hard at moderating this motlef crew.
I’m glad to hear you’re home. Feel better soon.
Glad to hear you’re home and doing better.
::Sending good vibes from Stately Doors Manor::
Robin
Long-time lurker joining in.
I wish you the best Lynn.
I need to do a search about your name. I always see it as “Lynn Bauer Bodoni.”
You, ma’am, are a typeface. I know, old news.
But best wishes. I like what you have done here as a moderator. The entire smdb owes you thanks. This board is special because of the tireless work of you and your cronies.
Best of luck,
Wakimika
Glad to hear you’re back home, even if it is in the doghouse with your cat.
Thanks, everyone. I’m glad to be back. The cat has acknowledged my presence, and has let me rub her head. However, she is still Pissed Off at me.
Glad you’re feeling better, and please take good care of yourself.
Happy Homecoming Lynn.
Rest assured that kitty will move from Pissed Off to Pet Me Now mode in short order. She just has to remind you just who’s boss.
Glad you’re back! Hope you don’t have to kick any DoperAss[sup]TM[/sup] for a few days until you’re feeling better.
Welcome back! I’m sure your cat missed you even more than we did, and she certainly couldn’t have understood where you were, so I don’t blame her at all for being Pissed Off.
If she did, it would be hospital pie. You wouldn’t want that.
Welcome back to the front lines, and best o’ luck with your recovery.
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Lynn I SOOOO know the feeling. I was in the hospital from the 17th to the 24th and the first night home I SWEAR I didn’t know what to do when I got 8, FULL, undisturbed hours of sleep. I was in heaven!! Welcome home. I hope your feeling MUCH better!
Get well soon! Glad you’re home.
Welcome back!
My son had to be on IV antibiotics for three weeks at home when he was a little one-month-old Whatsit, and I was surprised at how easy the IV pump was to use. It wasn’t the huge big fat hairy deal I thought it was going to be. (He also had a picc line.)
Man, I will never understand why in hospitals, where you are supposedly recovering from illness and trying to get better, people come in to wake you up like every two hours. Is sleep deprivation really all that conducive to recovery?
Anyway, glad to see you back!
Welcome back.
With all the travelling we used to do, our cats should be used to us going away for the occasional weekend. Last fall, however, when my wife spent two weeks in the hospital, after the first night I had to keep the bedroom door closed. One of our cats (I was never able to figure out which one) kept using the bed as a litter pan.
Welcome back! I’m sure the cat will forgive you as soon as you feed her something she really, really likes.
My daughter is relieved that I’m back home. My cat, you see, is used to me playing with her and giving her attention in the middle of the night. When I was gone, the cat naturally went to Lisa for her accustomed amount of nighttime playing. Since my daughter works and goes to college, she did not welcome this attention. Now, the cat needs to check on my whereabouts every few minutes, though I’m still Unforgiven. Lisa rests easily at night now.
And any pie I brought home wouldn’t just be hospital pie, it would be sugar-free hospital pie. The only dessert I was offered was angel food cake, and they messed THAT up. I shudder to think what they would do to pie.
I could write a whole post about the hospital menu and food, but that would properly belong in the Pit. Let me just say that I prefer my husband’s cooking to hospital food. At least I can occasionally persuade my husband to go out and get us some barbecue for lunch.
Since I will naturally wake up every three or four hours, I was lucky to get a full hour’s worth of sleep each time. It always takes me a long time to fall asleep in a strange bed, and hospital beds are so very narrow that I was constantly finding myself in danger of falling off one side or the other. My own bed has never felt so good, lumps and all. I’m still having problems falling asleep, because the boils are still hurting me a bit, and the PICC line is awkward to position. But I’m managing.
And, of course, I’m getting my SD fix now. That takes a load off my mind.
They wouldn’t let you have a laptop commandeering the phone line? Dictators.
And they didn’t make jello for you? I thought it was the law.