We're back "home"

"Home" as in TICU.  Liam is out of PICU (the real ICU) and onto her regular floor.  In truth, the intensive Drs of the intensive care unit didn't do much for her or to her.  She was there mostly for close monitoring.  Since nothing is going on and she's off of all pain medication (which are sedative, and could slow her breathing), there's no reason to keep her there.  From the standpoint of the Drs attention, it's better to be in PICU, but for all other purposes the regular floor is better.  And PICU is never too far, so we're happy to be out.  And back in TICU it really does feel like home.  Wait, where's my beer?  Ok, I took this one too far, I admit.  But it's funny:  A few days ago, when we left here for PICU, we said goodbye and "see you soon".  How often do people leave a hospital floor and tell the medical staff "see you soon"? 

Liam, meanwhile, is sleeping, sleeping, sleeping.  She opens her eyes every now and then, complains a little, sometime not, get moved, get read to, and falls back asleep.


"Listen Frog", said Toad, "How long have I been asleep?"
"You've been asleep since November," said Frog.
"Well then," said Toad, "a little more sleep will not hurt me.  Come back again and wake me up at about half past May.  Good night, Frog."