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Last night, we flew back to Dallas. Sue and Carl drove back their car and ours so we could fly. It is so refreshing to be back home. I am thankful at so many levels. Still dominating my thoughts is how great it feels to be on the other side of that epidural-less hour. I still have pain now, but knowing what pain can be makes it easy to be thankful.
Looking back, when I left for Houston, there were so many things possible. And so many of them were difficult to contemplate. There was even the chance I had to be somewhat prepared for that I would not come back. And now here I am only a week later and on the quick path back to health.
I am on a couple different narcotics each day, so am not permitted to drive. I'll be just sitting here at home except when I'm not out taking one of my required walks. Being at home, though, is a good thing.
Here I am with Sir Koff-A-Lot and the other little one I hug to make me feel better (my other hug-when-hurting friend is taking the picture!). Can a guy be surrounded with more love?
