Apparently 1 a.m. is a good time of night for me to be up and ready to type. Had another mini-meltdown tonight when my Mom was getting ready to leave. She told me to just say the word if I wanted her to stay, but I knew she needed to get home to Paul. I did, however, have a very dignified cry over her departure after I was alone. In true hospital form, however, I was discovered by a nurse. On the plus side, she felt bad for me and my tear-stained appearance, and Tim was able to take me on a wheelchair tour of the hospital parking lot tonight.

Here's what freedom looked like tonight: