We headed out of the hospital finally and were faced with a jumble of traffic and no good way home. Cindy and I are never at our best when trying to deal with tricky driving directions and the map seemed initially confused as if it was saying, “Go back into the hospital!” Finally, we started threading our way through the maze of traffic. I’m sure people zipping around me were clenching their teeth as they passed me. I was leaving more than normal space infant of my car because suddenly slowing down was the worst for Cindy. Those kind of gaps just beg for people to force their way forward in hopes of getting home 30 seconds earlier but with higher blood pressure.

We stopped on the way home and walked around the car, once to the right and then to the left like Joshua and the walls of Jericho. I can’t imagine what that looked like to others in the parking lot. Cindy asked for a Whataburger Vanilla shake and it was the first thing that had appealed to her tastes buds and I was glad to get her one. Not wanting to be rude and have her drink alone I grabbed a Mexican Chocolate shake (limited time on the menu and worth the effort).

We got home late (never leave far North Dallas at 4:30 Pm on a Friday afternoon to head to Athens). With our stop it was 7:30ish when we pulled into the driveway. Then it took a minute for us to get Cindy settled after the long car ride. She ate a little, walked a little sat a little and then headed to bed.

Now that I am responsible for running the Pharmacy I made a device to track the medicines, I’m thinking of patenting it (see the picture below).

In the hospital the nurses came and woke her up to give the medicine, now that falls to me. (10PM, Midnight, 3AM, 6 AM, 7AM, 8AM, Noon, 1PM, 3PM, 5PM, 6PM, 9PM). It was a weird night of sleep then suddenly being awake. This is how yoyos must sleep.

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