This is the last post that I am gonna do on Lynns' account here. Henceforth, i will begin using my own.
Lynn is now in bed and resting up.
I didn't think that we would get her back home today. Not by a longshot.
The murmur turned out to be a little bit of mapping. Nothing to worry about, they just wanted before/after pictures. Think of a murmur as rocks on a river bed. If the river-bed is smooth, the river just passes along quietly. If there are lots of rocks, and the running surface is rough, there is vibration, which, when it hits air, turns into sound vibrations. This tells river guides when there is smooth going ahead, and where the water might get a wee bit excited. Turns out they wanted a snapshot of the river bottom for further guides. No biggie. The water in her lungs is gone, more or less.
I went to her hospital after picking up some hardware at the store. She was still in her gown, and was busy playing host. About two hours later, she was at the foot of our stairs. Afraid, but willing to take the walk. She did it. I wanted to have a party. A parade. Ticker tape. But most of all, I was just glad to have her home.
The kids quickly glommed to her side, Josie crying a little, and louisa going a little bonkers. OK, a LOT bonkers. Even for her. A fizzy water, some light chat, and it up up another flight of stairs to her bed. Then sleep. Rest. Calm. Relaxation. Quiet.
Ken (My Father-in-law) and I went shopping for food, some specific requests that Lynn had, and all the time, i was fighting the urge to run home and make sure she was OK. Nothing was fast enough. Honey at the bulk section was slow, the clerk was slow, the meat counter took forever. Finally we could go home. Arlene and I cooked, and we had pork chop, big fat salad with yummies, and corn. Arlene made home-made applesauce.
Lynn slept a while, came down and ate some food, cuddled with the kids, and entertained a surprise visitor, who reluctantly came in (he had come to give *me* a handmade birthday present--thank you, Gabe.)
I went back to pick up her meds, and they didn't want to give them to me. Lynn is on enough cardizem for multiple people. She seems to tolerate it, but it made the pharmacist visibly nervous. She wanted to go over *all* the drugs with me. I had to explain to her that most of them she had taken before, but that she had taken ALL of them at the hospital, and this was a continuation of her drug regimen there.
I made the mistake of mentioning this to Lynn.
Sometimes, the aftershocks are as bad as the actual earthquake, and this is one of those times. The realization of what she has been through, and what we have all gone through for her, and the road ahead of her hit home. this will take a looong time to heal. I am just glad that she is there to go through this with us.
But at the same time, triumphs occur. At least some times. This is a triumph.
So I now sign off, my friends. I had this blog back to it's rightful owner. She hasn't read any of this yet. I don't think she even knows the story from the outside. Be kind to her, folks. She earned it.
night 
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