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Home Sweet Home!

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Good Late Afternoon Everyone;

Good grief, but I cannot type to save my soul.
I wrote a note earlier- (will cheat and copy a part of it here for you), but I swear I had to backspace a zillion times. And I was a secretary for 7 years??
Go figure.

As most know already, I broke my neck years ago (about 10), and my hands do not always cooperate with the keyboard- Lately it has been my left hand- the ring and pinkie fingers are always "buzzing" and not working right.
But not so much painful as a few years ago either. At least not at the elbow.

And I am so tired- I don't think I shall ever catch up on that sleep I may have missed.
Honestly, this trip has aged me at least 50 years; and I seem to have brought home a raunchy cold. I keep on sneezin'... (Bless me).
Better a silly cold than all the other bad things that could have happened.

For instance, our trip home on Wednesday. It had snowed in Minnesota that morning- Nothing major, but just enough to mess up the roads. But after we had left the Twin Cities, it seemed to clear up, and we made good time.
It occurs to me that we would have made better time if we hadn't been talking and missed the 29 exit off 94. (Not far; just about 3 miles). No big deal that.

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It didn't help that Punk kept asking,
"Are we THERE yet?"

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After that, it was smooth sailing all the way to Wausau- (Wausau is about 90 miles from home).
At that point, in the space of about 5 minutes, the roads went from good winter driving condition to downright wretched.
I slipped two or three times; cringed a few times; and had to giggle at my child asking me if I wanted a Xanax? (I took half a pill). The first one had worn off much earlier. (I abhor these damnable panic attacks)...

Not sure what it is about us on this trip, but those last 90 miles both ways have proven to be very interesting to say the least.
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Wausau. Snow on the mountain...
Just before it started snowing on the roads...

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Casey is doing well. She will be joining me for the weekend. Greg will be gone for the duration.
Not to worry though, I will not be watching her rest. When I packed up the hotel room in Minneapolis, I had to be out by 11. I packed in a bit of a hurry...

Casey had had her doctor appointment that morning at 8, and I wasn't too sure how long that would take. Dr. Sutherland came in and talked for a long time.

Get this now...

Are you sitting down? Now that's a silly question as usually we are seated when reading a blog...

Dr. Sutherland feels that because they harvested so many Islet Cells that he would think Casey will not be needing insulin past her 3 month checkup.
How freakin' cool is that?!?!

He sent in a nurse after talking with us to remove Casey's staples. I believe she had 27 or 28 staples put in after her 2nd surgery.
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Methinks it looks like a centipede crawled up her tummy!
hehehe

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I left her up at the hospital then, so she could say goodbye to some good people up there. (She could not have helped pack anyway, so I thought it better just to leave her there). As happy as she was to leave, it becomes bittersweet when you leave newfound friends behind.
When we had first gotten to Minnesota, (CLICK HERE), we had met Mr. Rick McCabe. His own TP/AIT Transplant was just 3 days ahead of Casey's. I visited him in the hospital the night of Casey's original surgery as Greg and I were waiting for her to be brought up to a room.
Two days later, he was gone.
I inquired. He was moved to intensive care.
I never got to visit him again, and feel badly about that. I see his page on here is all erased also. Strange. Hope all is well. I do have his mothers email address and will include her in this blog.

I am cold, and wouldn't you know that the oil man came yesterday! A full tank of fuel now and I should really turn up the heat a bit, but I don't. I believe it is too expensive to do so just for me. I will turn it up before Casey comes.
Kelli kept the heat down while we were gone, so that helped too. She came every single morning and night to check up on Mama Milly and on Sputnik too. Said she loved to even sit and enjoy the quiet or TV, or watch Mr. Miller play with Milly. That, and she worked from about 7:30 in the morning til about 5 at night; and has the two horses too. Her and Tim were very very busy between the two places.
Oops. Credit where credit is due, Greg came out on Christmas morning so Kelli could spend Christmas Eve at her mothers home.

Miss Milly is sufficiently spoiled now. A bona~fide housedog. She will go out on warmer days, like yesterday. But she can stay in as long as all is well. She stays in the entrance. Has her little pillows and blankets out there- But she probably doesn't need those with all the dog hair that needs to be vacuumed. hehehe I really will have to get to all of this shortly.

My house is a terrible mess. I have not yet unpacked, save for the basic necessities.

Crystal came by yesterday to welcome us home- I had not yet found my toothbrush! Or my comb...

But Crystal and her sisters are much like my own daughters so I don't worry about that all too much.
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Ain't she sweet?
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I had to drive into town yesterday and return some bags that Greg had left behind when he picked up Casey. I also stopped and got her some cleats to put on under her shoes/boots for if she goes outside so she doesn't slip. They were the last pair that Fleet Farm had. But so far, (knock on wood), NO MORE CANE! Methinks she looked kind of cute with it though...
When I was at her place, I looked through one of the boxes that Greg had picked up the night before. THERE was my toothbrush! (No wonder I couldn't find the darn thing)! Yes, I have a spare, but just not the same. And I will be replacing them anyway, as soon as this cold is over.

The whole trip actually seems to have passed quickly; or more to the point, in a bit of a haze. But I am everso glad to be home; dust bunnies or not, mess or not.
I have chipped away at the ice outside for the last two days. Not making much progress, but every little bit helps.
And I much enjoy my own shower too. I don't care if I don't have a fancy shower head either. (Didn't turn it once anyway).

Not too much other news.
Canada hasn't found me yet either. Happy for that. ;-)

I'd better close and at least clear a path through the mess so she can walk in!
OK. It's not that bad. (Yes it is).
Either way, I don't much care.

Love to all

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Friday January 9, 2009 - 06:15pm (CST)