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I'm home!!!

I'm back at home! 🏡🎉🎉🎉🎉 


I was discharged yesterday afternoon and luckily it was Dads day off work so he was able to pick me up. The first thing I did when I got home was to get straight in the shower. I hadn't had one for days and I felt grotty. Now don't judge me and think I'm a scruffy cow- it's not easy to just jump into the shower when you're connected up to a drip 24 hours a day (instead of just overnight for 12 hours at home) and have those fluids going into a central line in your neck that can't get wet. I must have been in there for about 30 minutes washing my hair, scrubbing my body, shaving my legs and just sitting feeling the water pour down on me. 

After that I got dressed and went to my Mum and Dads. The kids were there and they didn't expect me to be; they thought I was still in hospital. They were both upstairs and I shouted them down for dinner. It was great to see the expression on their faces-first confusion, then surprise and finally elation. They ran to me and both hugged me so, so tight. I had missed them loads and even though it had only been just over a week it felt like much longer. We sat down to a chippy tea and then caught up on last weeks Great British Bake Off. All that was missing to make it perfect was Hubby who had needed to stay late at work to catch up after having had time off to go to Germany. 

I tell you what- it was amazing getting into my own bed last night. There's just nothing like it. Although I hadn't missed Hubby's snoring. We quickly got back into our usual routine of me watching TV in bed and having to turn the volume up because of the sounds coming out of Hubby and then him telling me to turn the TV down to which I reply "I only have to turn it up because of your bloody snoring!" I then feel bad that he's got to get up early for work so turn it down but within minutes the sound of his snoring drowns out the TV so I have to turn it up again and so the cycle repeats!! 

NB x




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