Well, the long wait was finally over. Tuesday had arrived, and we were being discharged. Knowing this, our room (which we had decorated with mood lights, tapestries and photos, not to mention a mini entertainment center with DVDs, an iPod and a little stereo) was packed and ready to go long before we got the final ok to leave.
Now all we had to do was pack up Manu, and make that long walk down the hall one last time. This couldn't have happened a moment too soon, as all three of us were getting pretty claustrophobic, sleep deprived from uncomfortable beds and regular disturbances, and malnourished due to toxic and inedible hospital food (does anyone else find this ironic for a place dedicated to healing people?). Once the papers were signed, we were out of there migrant farm workers during an immigration raid.
The family once again came through in helping us transport all our stuff, as well as preparing everything for us back home. This may seem simple, but they actually moved all of our stuff out of the basement and into a larger room upstairs with a bathroom and nearby kitchen.
It was so comfortable getting home at last, that Manu decided to sleep all day long. We tried to follow his lead as much as possible, but we still very much have more figuring out to do with this whole sleep deprivation thing.
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