They are ADDUCTORS not ABDUCTORS

O.K. so I realize that at times Fiona's spasticity has held her hostage, however, I still cannot call the offending muscle group "Abductors". I thought about editing all my posts to correct this (the OCD in ME) but I suppose I could spend my time more wisely.

Fiona is quietly sleeping. It was a big day for her. Some odd things have happened in the last few hours. As she slept, for a change, I kept the TV off (I am burnt out from forensic crime dramas...) and decided to review the post-op exercises again, to make sure of any questions I might have for tomorrow. An announcement comes over the hospital-wide intercom. I never listen to those things, never listen to the instructions on the airplane before take-off, husband claims I'm am tuning him out as well. For some reason, this afternoon I heard "van", and decided to listen. Dark blue KIA van to be exact. Hmmmm. I have a Dark Blue rented KIA van. "please report to the information desk on the first floor". Oh boy, what did I do? My first thought was that I have not been allowed to park here day in and day out without some kind of security clearance, so they finally caught up with me. Second thought was that someone broke in. In the end, they were cleaning the fire/sprinkler systems and a bunch of rusty water dumped onto the vehicle. Well, you would have thought they dropped a grand piano on the thing, because I was treated like a volcano ready to blow. They offerred me $10 cash (weird) to get a car wash, and then had to walk me to my car for the viewing. It is quite the mess, but will come off with water no problem I think so I wasn't too concerned. Damage would have been the last thing I needed, but rust is o.k. To be on the safe side, I'm going to go down there with some paper towels and give it an initial wipe. Thankfully, Fiona is fast asleep, so I can get away.

Then I'm returning from that trip, and wait for the elevator on the 2nd floor to return to the 12th. The UP elevator arrives and a lady gets out, but I notice that her hand lingers on the button panel for a minute as I'm entering. I turn around to press my floor, and every floor button has been pushed! Are you kidding me lady? Fun and games at the Children's Hospital...

That's when you know it's time to go. When weird stuff starts happening.

I am glad to go home tomorrow, but I am a bit apprehensive about BEING home with Fiona. As much as it will be good for her to be back in her own bed, and in her own routine, part of Fiona's routine includes spending a great amount of time playing on the floor in her comfortable W-sit. Routine includes complaining about any sort of night-time orthotic or brace and "complaining" actually means kicking and screaming and removing the velcro herself. I am told we will be sent home with knee immobilizers to provide a "gentle" stretch of her hamstrings during the night. I hope she will be able to tolerate this more. I have been madly preparing the house for the post-operative Fiona

Fiona is fast asleep and just yelled out "Oh! I can't get up" and then proceeded to leave a very loud, very not-just-gas sounding noise in her pants, I must go