Laverne used a walker to get into the house. She walked up the steep sidewalk and went through the front door. Climbed up the stairs using the walker like a pro. We put her the bed so she could rest. The first priority was to make sure she got caught up on any of her medications she did not take at the hospital today per the discharge instructions.
I refuse to discuss waste products and bowel movements in this blog anymore so I will skip the logistics of where the portable commode will be placed during the day and evening.
The big drama was finding a place in Gatlinburg to fill her pain medication on a Saturday. The pharmacy at Food City was closed but I got to the Walgreens in Gatlinburg right as they were shutting down the pharmacy. I only ran over a few southern baptists (Romney supporters anyway) on the way to the drug store. I don't think she will need all 30 pills and since they have a street value of $75 per pill, I was tempted to hang outside the Walgreens in downtown Gatlinburg and become a drug dealer. I could make enough after selling a few pills to afford a couple of steaks at the Peddler and have some money left over for a couple of t-shirts and boxes of bark. If I got caught, the police might confiscate my phone and who would entertain you with such witty prose. I know what you're thinking, I should change witty to shitty prose.
Laverne ate dinner with us in the kitchen. We outfitted her walker with some tennis balls to aid mobility. She is resting comfortably in bed. Fred is happy to have her back at home.
In a week or two, she may be able to hike up to Mt. LeConte.
Have a great day!
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