I’m home. I’m safe. My blood pressure is back to normal and they released me from the hospital this morning. After a harrowing drive through downtown (seriously – were there that many potholes when we drove down on Tuesday?), I’m all tucked into bed and spending the day quietly recovering. Reading. Thinking. Emptying my drains (ugh). More about the nuts and bolts of recovery and what I’ve just heard about Marcia Cross’s visit to D.C. later, but for now, I am happy to be home. Happy to be kissing my baby, talking to my preschooler (did he grow while I was gone?), and reading blogs and books to keep myself sane.
Wishing I could go out with the girls tomorrow night.
Soon, soon. But for now, I must rest and maybe get some sleep.
Just wanted to let you all know I’m home safe.