So, dear readers, the next post I write will hopefully be from the comfort of my own PC.
This is crazy good news, but it really hasn't sunk in yet. Maybe it's the hospital "fake twenty" phenomenon that has desensitized me. Maybe it's the slight fear I have of leaving the safety of the hospital where my blood's checked daily and a team of doctors review my health and well-being. With this sneaky old leukemia possibly lurking about, I feel more protected cocooned in my hospital room and surrounded by The White Coat Folks and the awesome nurses.
My home feels as far away as the moon. The concept of sleeping in my own bed, eating my own food, spending time with Little A and The Mister is beyond my imagination's reach right now.
But holy junk, I can't wait. Dorothy had it right; there's NO place like home.
All of my wonderful readers, friends, family, and fellow Pajibians have made my stay here in The Big House more than tolerable. You wonderful people lifted my spirits and reinforced my strength to help me get through the boring days as well as the rough days. My gratitude for the visits, cards, gifts, phone calls, e-mails, blog comments, prayers, and well wishes is immeasurable. Truly, my cup overflows.
Even though I'll be getting out of the hospital soon, please don't stop reading my blatherings. I have a feeling I'm not quite out of LeukemiaTown yet, so I'd love it if everyone stayed with me until I pass through the city limits and onto healthy horizons.
Well, the painkillers the nurse gave me to help combat my earache are starting to catch up with me (Typical, the day before I leave the hospital, I have sinus trouble resulting in narsty ear pain.), and I need to get my sleep before the big move out day.
Man, I'm going to miss cable television.