from the Kohl's House, where we will spend the next few weeks (fewer, if Annika has any say in the matter).
It's been very busy here, but I won't bore you with all the details. The one condition of us leaving the hospital was that someone stay with Annika constantly to make sure she doesn't fall, since she's currently on both coumadin (pills) and lovenox (twice daily injections) to keep her blood thin and especially non-clotty.
Plus, there's still the issue of that little brain bleed to keep in mind (so to speak).
On our last day, one of Anni's liver docs, Dr. Ekong, stopped by to make sure I was all set to take her. She explained that they were extremely happy with how well her new liver was doing, but that I had to be very careful
"Yes, about falls," I interrupted her.
She gave me one of her serious looks, and I noticed for the first time that Dr. Ekong has extremely large eyes capable of some seriously serious looks.
"Yes. Really. Just don't let her fall, OK?" she replied.
Of course, Annika is still not really walking. But don't try to tell her that. Oh, no. She's all ready to go on her little toothpick shins and twisty ankles.
So the long-time title of this blog is temporarily suspended. No falling, graceful, gifty, or otherwise, for the foreseeable future.
More Halloween photos (Frankie photos from my mom, then run through my "okay-now-you're-getting-carried-away" editing software):
(Both girls costumes were made by Pat, one of Annika's teachers at the Mulberry School. Plus, the school sent the very coolest Halloween helium balloon arrangement for Annika today, which we tied to her wheelchair for trick-or-treating. Needless to say, she was the envy of every kid under the age of 10 that we passed on the sidewalk.)