HOME in Postcards 4

George is home.

Oh, there was the usual fuss. Paperwork, medications…and at a reasonable ten bucks too, wheelchair, and the long wait between each one. Margot had her car right out in front, and we popped him in with arm raised. Arm raised attached to an IV stand is the norm now.

You can find him moving ships around in space today. He’s found a planet in this game where he can mine huge rewards. He can play his EVE game one handed, and he is coherent enough to tell me what is happening. In this case, he has his arm sling attached to a window screen screw. It may look odd, but it is working.

They say that our healthcare system, Scripps, has been hacked. Ransomeware, and so far a week into this, Scripps is still down. Our insurance approved G going to out of network UCSD, probably because of the Malware, and so I can let that panic go. My Monday appointments for a CT scan and an X-ray are cancelled. I can’t find out for sure about one heart test. George has no tests for two weeks.

He slept well. And I bet he will nap well today. He’s home and healing.

• Himself: Gaming.
• Myself: Still on Lasix. What a disaster.
• Reading: Little the last few days.
• Watching: Nothing.
• Photo: Holland America photographer.
• Gratitude’s: George is home and healing.