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I AM HOME!!!

After 127 days in hospital I honestly thought this day would never come. But it has and I am finally at home. 

Friday afternoon I fell asleep in the afternoon and didn’t feel too good and then I was asleep literally all of yesterday. The nurses were a bit worried cause I was feeling crappy so they got one of the doctors to come and review me. I already knew we were aiming for discharge on Sunday and I was worried that this would set me back but I also didn’t want to come home to bounce straight back in again. The doctor didn’t seem too worried but ordered blood tests just to make sure I wasn’t brewing anything. 

So this morning I waited impatiently to have the blood tests done which didn’t happen until almost lunchtime. Hubby had been texting me almost hourly asking if I would still be coming home, neither of us daring to believe it would actually happen. I didn’t know what to do with myself because I didn’t want to pack and jinx it but also knew this was the closest I had come to being discharged for months. Each time a discharge was imminent something had happened that kept me in so I didn’t want to get my hopes up. 

I had a few games of Dobble with the nurses to pass the time and agreed with Hubby that him and the kids would pick me up at 3.30pm. At 3pm I asked if my bloods were back but they had only just gone down to the lab and the results wouldn’t be back for a few hours. I spoke with the Deputy Sister that was in charge of the ward and she agreed I could go home when Hubby arrived but that if the bloods showed anything they would ring. 

I went round saying my goodbyes to all the nurses and having hugs. They were as excited as I was that I was finally going home and that I would be going on holiday. Well fingers crossed I will be. That’s still 12 days away and if life has taught me anything a lot can happen in my world in 12 days!! 

But for now I’m enjoying being at home. After making a fuss of me initially Big Fella is now on his Xbox, Big Girl is watching Love Island, Buddy is trying to get Hubby to take him out on a walk and life is perfect. And in time honoured tradition the kids have cut off my hospital wristband to signal the fact that I am home. They’ve done this since they were toddlers and it’s a way of cutting ties with the hospital, quite literally. 

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