My Husband is Coming Home Tomorrow

He is glad in a very tired sort of way and so am I. Actually he tends to be like a wounded dog when he is sick. He just wants to crawl into a familiar corner and lick his wounds even if he would be better off staying in the hospital.

I remember a few years back when he was in the hospital and determined to come home. His doctor was away over the weekend at a convention and his associate was taking care of his patients. That is probably the only thing that kept my husband from coming home. First the Doctor tried to reason with him and said "Mr. Hassett, I don't think you understand how sick you are." (Never try to reason with a sick Hassett. They are not reasonable.) Then as a last attempt he said "You know, really you aren't my patient so I can't release you. You need to wait for you doctor to come back on Monday and see if he will release you." That wasn't exactly true but I wasn't about to say so. He was too sick to be coming home. When his doctor got back he was able to convince my husband to stay three more days and then let him go.

I just got back home. It sure is a beautiful day out. I had the healthiest of the boys help me open the windows so that we could get some fresh air in this place. It's so stuffy in here. Maybe the air and sun light will help us to get well. If I had, had a lounger outside I might be considering sleeping out there instead of in here. Opening the windows will make it better.

I'm so tired. I'll be glad to have him back so that I can rest a little. I seem to be taking one step forward and two steps back where this flue is concerned. I've gotten a little done today. I washed the dishes and did three classes with my youngest and then I was so washed out I couldn't do any more. I went back to sleep for three hours. That's where I need to be right now. I'll go as soon as I get done with this.

Well, I've got to go. As a navy friend of mine would say, "The rack monster is calling me." More later after I get my husband home.