I stayed in the Giraffe wing of Children's Hospital. That is the surgical wing because they weren't sure if they would have to do surgery on my shoulder or not. Luckily, NOT. After 5 nights in the hospital, we finally got to go home! Instead of being wheeled out in a wheelchair like big people, I got to ride in a little red wagon, cushioned by my new fuzzy blanket that I got from the nice nursing staff. On our way out, we saw a giant giraffe in the hallway. It was pretty neat, but I was just happy to be going home.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Happy to be Going Home
I stayed in the Giraffe wing of Children's Hospital. That is the surgical wing because they weren't sure if they would have to do surgery on my shoulder or not. Luckily, NOT. After 5 nights in the hospital, we finally got to go home! Instead of being wheeled out in a wheelchair like big people, I got to ride in a little red wagon, cushioned by my new fuzzy blanket that I got from the nice nursing staff. On our way out, we saw a giant giraffe in the hallway. It was pretty neat, but I was just happy to be going home.
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