Home sweet home

I've heard from many of you - wondering if we made it home - so its my bad I didn't post before now, but I was simply too pooped to post....and I was in a really bad space.  Yes, we made it home and both of us sighed a huge sigh of relief.  Cliched as it sounds, there really is no place like home.  We were no sooner home and Roger tucked into the hospital bed when one of our trusty heat-seeking fur balls was up on the bed snuggling with Roger and Roger was all the more pleased having the company.  It really was the cutest thing to see.  And throughout the day/evening the cat (Hemi) would jump up, nap, leave come back and nap some more while Roger would randomly reach down to give him a pet.  In our house, the feline is man's best friend. 

I won't go into great detail about yesterday because 1) I am anxious to go to sleep, and 2) it will piss me off all over again.  First, last night was rough.  Roger slept poorly.  Woke at 1 with pain, 2 having to spit phlegm (what a gross word, huh?), woke at 4 having to spit, and again at 6.  Each of these wakings, he was pretty out of it and required guidance/assistance.  Sooooo, it wasn't the most restful of nights.  Tonight, he's snoring already, and I am - for the first time in almost two weeks going to actually stretch out.  I've been in recliners for most of the past two weeks.  Tonight, I'm sleeping like a queen on an air mattress on the floor next to Roger.  And honestly, I'm so excited I could jump up and down!  Cross your fingers and toes that we have a good solid nights sleep. 

Yesterday was frustrating as hell (this is the piss me off part).  We no sooner got home and got Roger into the house (thanks Paul, thanks Dad) when a social worker from the hospice program showed up with all kinds of touchy feely questions in tow.  Likewise she jumped us with a series of "do you have your affairs in order" questions.  AND, she KNEW we had just got home.  REALLY???  You couldn't wait a day or two or a week????  No time for all the gory details suffice to say I told her she could call in 2 weeks and we'd let her know what if anything we needed.  Then, as if they social worker wasn't enough, the nurse showed up.  Should have been simple enough, check his meds, make sure we had no questions, set up the next visit. Bingo Bango she should have been gone.  Nooooo she decided this first meeting only an hour after we got home was the appropriate time to discuss "moving on to the next phase".  That's all I'm gonna say.  Theres a time and place for everything.  Yesterday within hours of us being home was NOT the time. 

Anyway, we are home.  We are happy to be home.  And we are getting settled again.  Seems like it was a million years ago since we were last here. 

Will try to post tomorrow or Saturday but really need to go.  Sleep is precious and limited in our world.  I hate to miss any.  Love and hugs to you all. a and r