Belle gets out of the hospital tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m. I've been running all day, coordinating with medical personnel, making sure I have all the equipment she will need, getting prescriptions filled, just generally truing to cover all the bases.
Now, it's time to pour a drink and take a deep breath.
What has amazed me about this whole process is how quickly your life can change at the turn of the minute hand on a clock. One minute everything is rosy, the next minute we're in hurry-up mode.
A friend of Belle's asked if I freaked out when I realized that she was hut. No, not really. I was a cop for 37 years and had done lots of medical emergencies. I reverted to cop mode. I know how to call an ambulance and prep the area for a gurney. We had time to pack a small bag with the things she would need, and to move the vehicles so that the ambulance crew had un-obstructed access.
But, she is coming home tomorrow and things will change again, until she is 100%. I love that woman will all of my heart and soul. I can't imagine my life without her.