Life Deforming: Back Home!

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Back Home!

Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm out of the hospital and home recouperating. Yay! Lace is feeling better, too and we had a mini-party type thing when I got back. Nothing crazy, just a couple pizzas and some music with she, mommy and Crystal and the boy.

I probably won't be around a ton for the next week or so, but I wanted to let you darlings know I'm breathing! I start PT next week, slowly working back to normalcy, whatever that is... XD Lace is gonna be busy this weekend. Janice has been a saint about giving her time off, so she is gonna be helping her out at home and at the office. Between me and Janice, her plate is pretty full. Just didn't want anyone to worry.

Love you all! ^^

Rei~

2 comments:

AdraJune 11, 2015 at 4:46 PM
Love you too, darling, and welcome home! <3 I'm so glad your surgery went well and you're healing up. PT always sucks, but at least they fixed that horrible back problem. *hugs* Yay!
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LacebunJune 11, 2015 at 6:03 PM
I'm so glad you're home, honey! :) ♥♥♥♥ I promise, I will be here for you every step of the way. I'll be busy this weekend, but Cathy will be here for her when I'm not. Love love love you!!!! XOXO Eeee!!! *Kisses* ♥♥♥♥♥ XOXO XXX
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