Home Sweet Home

Clay and I were handed our walking papers from Hopkins on Sunday.  The neurosurgery team came into our room about 8 a.m. and asked Clay how he was feeling.  Clay popped up from sleeping and replied, "I am feeling good, because today we are busting out of here." Which they gladly agreed to.  He got one last Italian ice from the nurse for the ride home, and we wheeled out of there around 2 p.m.

I was very impressed by the care Clay received at Hopkins.  They were attentive, caring, professional and organized.  If any of you have spent time in the hospital, you know what I am saying and how rare it is to have all of those things together.  It reminds me of the joke, what do you want, fast or good?  Well, it seems like we got both.

Clay is moving around better each day, although he is still on heavy-duty pain medicine around the clock.  So we will have a quiet week at home, praying he has no complications as the wounds heal.  Today we spent some time going through a box of cards from his classmates and teachers, many which included fun jokes from his friends.  It is good to be home, although we have to get used to not being able to order every meal by calling the in-house patient food line, 2-FOOD.   Ahh, it wasn't that good anyway.