The bad - another setback relating to last year's accident landed my family back in the hospital. And those cots they put in the rooms for family members qualify as torture devices.
The good - the prognosis is better than we expected (we're looking at two weeks in the hospital, and hopefully just one more surgery, fingers crossed) and I got to come home to drawers full of washed and folded clothes, a clean house and a freshly made bed.
Plus bacon and eggs for breakfast. I really do have the best boyfriend.
And I did a bit of squealing because I found blooms and tiny fruit on my mandarinquat tree. I can't wait.
P.S. Ever wondered what three words I would use to describe myself? You can find that out, plus more, over on Michelle's blog, love in details.
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