Home is where the heart is

And today's surprise is... we're off home today.

Last night proved a re-run of the previous night. The boy went to sleep at 7.20pm. Awoke at 8.35pm. Asleep at 9.15pm. Awoke at 10.30. And so on. The morning's tally of saline nebuliser phials shows he woke up eight times. The difference for me was that I struggled to stay awake. Cumulative tiredness meaning I was on the edge of being asleep whilst doing the neb. And then collapsing into bed to fall straight asleep before the next awakening. Except one time I was giving him a neb and the next thing I saw was stars as I'd nodded off and hit my head on the metal bars on his bed.

The boy started to say "Home. Home" yesterday. As he says he is not in pain in his head and has done a bit of walking, they've said that he can leave to either go to the local hospital or home. A tough call that took all of 0.001 seconds for us to decide. Home it is. And back to hospital in two weeks for the next op.