Thanks for the love everyone. I am quite tired, and you don;t realize just how much the stress takes out of you when you are in the middle of it. You just do what ya gotta do. Now, he has been home for 2 nights, and I am still exhausted. Hopefully it only takes another day to recover.
Yes, it is Deep Brain stimulation. The guy in the next hospital bed had it done for Parkinsons too. He's got some kick butt scars on his head, and not enough hair to ever hope to cover them, so DS is calling him Frankendad.
My mom is the creativity behind all the painting in the house. And I also love my kitchen. It is wide open with lots of space. Mom keeps bugging that I should put an island in there, but I still love the open space.
I don't have to travel much on the 401, cause I am pretty much straight north of Toronto, and that is where the surgery was. But I did have to drive downtown Toronto, and since we live in a pretty small city my DS was a little freaked out at my driving skills, since there is like 1 1/2 lanes going down Yonge st., and taxis keep just stopping for no reason etc. (I was a race driver in a previous life, so I am fine with that)