You're Outta Here!

We're in the midst of baseball playoffs and as you all know the umpire rules. Have you ever seen a contested call on an out where the coach or player won? I haven't. First the umpire calls the player out and then, when the coach gets carried away, the umpire says to the coach, "You're outta here".

Karen and I waited yesterday for the umpire (AKA Discharge Nurse) to say those same words, "You're outta here". We waited, and waited, and waited until finally at 7 PM she was tossed. It's a good thing we didn't have tickets taking us home today. I wouldn't have wanted to go back to the room, pack, and make sure we were ready to go today. As it is we have used today to do laundry, change hotel reservations (we now have to come back in December instead of January), and figure out how to do the shower routine with a regular tub and stuff. I also got to do the honors with the new wound dressings.

Sleep for me was interupted several times during the night (I never knew how often Karen p--d at night ... now I know). The interupted sleep made for a late morning. We worked out the shower thing and got to the restaurant in time for the start of the lunch buffet. "Any chance we could get something off the breakfast menu"? True to form they were gracious and we got breakfast. We will definately get an earlier start tomorrow. Thankfully I picked a later flight so we don't get picked up until noon. We should have time to get ready and have breakfast.

I'm looking over at Karen right now and she's "outta here". She's over in the recliner sleeping. I think she will do that for awhile. I don't blame her. She's been through a bunch and has weathered it better than I would have. She didn't have the energy to do anything on the blog last night and she doesn't have the energy today. I've got some time on my hands so I thought I would do this one more time. This is the last time from Houston though because tomorrow ...

... we're outta here!

Ken