Stewey and I made it home safe and sound from Indianapolis a few minutes ago, and the first thing I did was hit the Happy Chair for another good cry.
(What the heck is it with me and the waterworks lately?!)
These were tears of joy and gratitude that we got there and back and that I managed to get through today's appointments with no damage other than a headache from trying to think too hard and from cramming too much new stuff into this tiny brain of mine.
Kids, this whole organ transplant thing is pretty overwhelming to be sure. And I suppose that it doesn't help matters that I already don't feel particularly well to begin with and my travel companion was absolutely no help whatsoever with navigating.
(He was, though, very quiet and comforting on the drive home as I blathered on and on about all of the stuff I learned today, so I suppose I shouldn't complain too much.)
(He also didn't require any potty breaks and the drapes in the hotel remained unwatered. Thankyouverymuch.)
So tonight is going to be all about....nothing at all. I need to turn off my brain for a bit and just let things process. I have done absolutely everything I can and just need to stay the course for now, so we can get back to our regularly scheduled programming very very soon.
But before I go, I need to tell you that your happy thoughts and prayers and love and support are nothing short of miraculous. Any time I feel myself starting to crumble, I close my eyes and feel you there holding me up in every way imaginable. A thousand million thank yous to the moon and back, dear friends.
To the moon and back.