Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Going Home, Maybe
Karen hasn't been discharged yet, and we don't know if she will be, or if she even should be. In the meantime, I love the new room. It has a bathroom. Being in the CVIU room meant going about 300 yards down a hall to a public restroom. The first room had a metal toilet under the sink like a soviet motor home that could be pulled out, but we never did.