I confess dad is back home now.
I confess the blood infection thing was a 'mistake'.
I confess he doesn't like the oxygen tube in his nose but puts it back in when told to.
I confess I am glad the scary stuff is over and the hospital stuff is over.
I confess I will feel even better when the good eater dad gets his appetite back and isn't refusing food.
I confess thank you for all the messages wishing him well and offering empathy.
I confess back to our regularly scheduled life of laundry, dusting, yard work, etc.
I confess I am grateful I have tomorrow off work and can catch up on some much needed rest and relaxation.
Andrea