Got back from Baton Rouge yesterday afternoon. Erin's surgery went well, and the doctor is confident that she got everything. As smoothly as the surgery went, there were some post-surgery complications, but Erin was finally released on Sunday, minus one kidney. A week in the hospital is no vacation, but we were certainly glad to have met several outstanding nurses with patience and compassion.
Erin is doing well, up and about, and feeling so much better. She and Brandon are preparing for another winter onslaught. Baton Rouge and New Orleans are completely unaccustomed to ice and snow. The last blast shut down much of B.R., but since we were in the hospital, we did not have to deal with the problem of closed roads and highways. The icy weather even closed the Pontchartrain Causeway in New Orleans. Unheard of!
And now a new surge of icy precipitation is moving in. The deep south is becoming a deep freeze.
I'm tired, more from emotional upheaval than anything else, but am so relieved that Erin is doing well.
Read several books while there and have plenty of reviews already to catch up on. Finished The Hatch and Brood of Time by Ellen Larson, Vertigo 42 by Martha Grimes (Yep, love me some Richard Jury), Dominion by C.J. Sansom (whoa, what a frightening alternate history of WWII--if Britain had surrendered), Mercy Snow by Tiffany Baker (beautifully written, I'll have some great quotes from this one), The Dirty Book Murder by Thomas Shawver (a bookseller, Japanese erotica, a Colette novel with inscriptions--one to Sylivia Beach and one by Hemingway that make that work priceless, and something hidden in one of the books that makes this auction haul worth murder), and The Quick by Lauren Owen (almost finished).
Sitting in a hospital room for seven days provided plenty of time for reading, and when I wasn't reading, I worked on some embroidery tucked in my purse just in case. I'm so glad that the books in my que were good ones because they kept my mind busy. My slim little Kindle held plenty of escape.