What't that you say? A possible hospital release?

The magic words that have thrown carelessly around for a couple days now seem to actually be coming to fruition! We have an appointment with Dr. Ipatchki tonight at 6:30 (which often means 8:30 because of the trauma nature of this hopital) to open up, change the bandages, and check out the situation and give us a full assessment. At that point, we are hoping to be discharged and moved over to the hotel the parents have been staying at for two weeks. Again, if it goes well, we will have another checkup on Tuesday and then can head home to Durango!! Most likely we will be heading back up here every two weeks to check on "The Flap" as the doctor calls it (the flap of skin from T's leg that is now covering his wrist and arm.) as it is a very tempermant Flap and needs lots of attention at all times (hmmm...sound like me a bit?).
Last night was a hard night for both of us for some reason. The weight of the situation was bearing down on us and neither of us could sleep. We talked for awhile about things and slowly drifted off to the sounds of doors opening, faint beeps and an eery glow from the machines.
I can only imagine this is what having a child is like in terms of sleep...."How did you sleep?" "ok, I fell asleep from 10-1145 than fell asleep again from 31o-730 and then I really feel into a deep sleep for 50 minutes or so. Not bad really...." then the nurse parade starts every moring about 5:30 or so with lots of bumbling around and chatting about their mornings as if we are both corpses instead of folks just napping.
We both woke up feeling much better today (and I really must be honest as to why I couldn't sleep well- giant burrito, two cookies and a giant cupcake my mom and I found earlier in the day...all these items combined did not make for a good tummy...)and we are ready to take on a life with just one hand. It seems fine in the morning and we really can't complain in all fairness to the others in the hospital. At least Tony didn't shoot me in the face on our wedding day (guys next to us in ICU) or my gangster cohorts did not stab him and then try and get him again in his hospital room (ICU again) or catch one of Tonys buddies who came to visit smoking crack in the bathroom (a story a nurse told us that happened once......) Tony just lost a hand and is ok other than that. He has his brain, his spine, both his legs and is just missing a hand. We can certainly live with that. Between the two of us, we have three hands and four legs and that seems more than enough.