He's Home Already!!

A whole day early!

I need to write this down because no one in my family has ever been early for anything. Never, ever.

I had been up there this morning when they started him on the oral meds, and was waiting to see if he handled them well. As I was picking the Wildcard up from school on my way back to the hospital, my cell phone rang.

It was the doctor. I was sure she was going to say he threw up or had some sort of adverse reaction.

Instead, she asked if we were okay with having him come home this afternoon!

She said he was handling them well and he seemed to be "one of those kids who will probably do better at home."

And she's right.

He likes my cooking better than hospital food.

No one will be waking him in the middle of the night to stick objects into his ears.

The recliner is more comfortable than a hospital bed.

And, unlike his roommate, no one in this house is addicted to Clifford the Big Red Dog movies.

Makes us seem almost normal, eh?