Departure

Yesterday was a busy day for us at the spa. (I jokingly began referring to the hospital as a swanky spa about the time I was trying to climb onto the table in the operating room Tuesday morning.) We had wonderful visitors, a photography session, and then many visits with various staff. During that time, we were doing testing for the little jaundice issue. Our final word last night was that George's bilirubin would be checked first thing Friday morning. I would also have some blood work, but we were confident we would be out of there by 9:00am. Everything started rolling into place at 4:30am Friday morning. By 6:00am, both George and I had our labwork completed, and we were awaiting the results.

With the progress we were seeing, Skip began "crashing" the room. It wasn't long until we were looking at tossing some final items into our bags (see above suitcases). When the pediatrician arrived, she commented on the levels and mentioned that she wanted to get an additional reading. Nothing was wrong, per se; she wanted the reading to know whether to tell us to have George checked in a couple of dYs versus being checked in two weeks. S S Sooo... She wanted additional lab work at 11:00am.

"You're not in a hurry, right?" she asked.

The slightest glimpse around the room would reveal to even the most casual observer that we were ready to leave. The room had been crashed. We could vacated completely within five minutes.

But we just sort of hung out instead. Blood was drawn at 11:00am, and then we made our way home.