Well, fanglet, my little off-shore oil driller, we made it home late Wednesday night, courtesy of Miss E. Your dad would have happily come to fetch us but I thought he had done enough time ferrying himself between the hospital for the time being.
Our release (which was a bit like this) was agreed late in the day on Wednesday with a varieties of conditionals: we'd take it easy, watch pee for strange regressions, share more samples, and come back next week. Thursday we slept straight through for 11 1/2 hours (aside from the sleepwalking bathroom breaks). Last night, we slept for 9 hours, getting up to drag ourselves back to the hospital.
This weekend is all about just taking it slowly and getting better. Better is good.