Jedi was able to come home earlier this afternoon. Though there was an abundance of information and paperwork and so many prescriptions he brought with him, I’m still confused. The important aspects are printed out in simple instructions which I think I understand, everything else I’ll figure out eventually.
I gave him a huge hug when he walked in, I could have done a dance. He’s back to his regular self. He looks like himself, he talks like himself, he was running and jumping around and yelling at his siblings, and he couldn’t wait to play games on his computer. Just like normal.
He was also back in his clothes, after being forced to reside in regulation hospital attire. The first night, during one of the rare instances we left him by himself for a few minutes, the nurses had changed him into their version of easy to slip on and off pajamas. With that, they also removed his underwear to make bathroom visits simpler. Except the boy isn’t used to going commando.
We were sitting together, commenting on the past few days with small talk. I told him how happy I was he was home. How much I’ve missed him, which is a lot. How great it was to see him like himself again.
“Isn’t it great to be back in your own clothes?”, I asked.
“Yeah”, he agreed, happily. Then, as if a lightbulb ignited, he remarked excitedly, “I even have my underwear back on!”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Well that’s a good thing, huh?”
It’s amazing what makes us feel like ourselves. I’m just so happy he’s home. And everything’s getting back to our new version of normal. Even his underwear.