I've actually been home for about 10 days, now, but when I literally dropped everything to go to the hospital, I had plans which all got put on hold. My brother was planning to stay at the house but I hadn't gotten around to cleaning anything. Ants & spiders moved in. Two of four plant propagation experiments died.. It's really hard to kill pothos, and I managed! My brother did visit the house to put some stuff in storage, the cars were dead. We both needed new batteries. My brother & family were able to come out to cousin's house where I was recovering and his little girl got some play time with her younger cousins. It was more like a baby dance party. Nobody's walking yet, just bouncing.
Since I've been home, my cleaning abilities have been limited because I had an IV in my right (dominant) hand. It was dangling and I couldn't get it wet. There was a loose sleeve, too hot for summer, that I could tuck the dangly thing into but its location made it painful to move in certain ways. I'm going to start in on the house tomorrow. I've already sorted some clothes for donation.
Two months ago, just out of the hospital, my weight dropped into the 150's. I was so happy, I haven't been in the 150's since before I started driving. Alas, from the care and food at my cousin's house I did get stronger (especially at the stairs) and I crept out of the 150's...just a little. I'd like to get back there, it felt good.