So I had nightmares all night (the whole four hours of sleep I got)...about Sam, and our missing dog, and the screaming baby in the room next door.
If I start to cry I may never stop.
Sam's leg is better and worse this morning. I'm told it's normal to look bigger before it looks smaller...oooohhh-kayyy. But he seems to be feeling better and is currently eating an apple. He is amused by the constant stream of doctors and med students in and out of his room. He is quite the showman. And if one more woman gushes about how cute he is, I fear we won't be able to fit his head into the van for the ride home (whenever that may be).
Milo the dog is still missing. No signs that he has been back home. I fear he is gone forever. I miss him already.
Seriously...I KNOW it could be worse...but I'm not sure I can take any more.