I called the hospital this morning and got confirmation from the staff nurse that Dad was coming home today. So I drove up to his flat to collect George, and some clothes for him to change into. When we got there and said it was great that he was going home, Dad told me that they hadn't told him yet.
Anyway, I went and saw the nurse and she confirmed that Dad was going home. She was just waiting for a drug to come up from the pharmacy, as he has a chest infection. Then once he was dressed, a doctor stopped us and asked him to get an x-ray done as he left the building. This took an extra hour, but there were no complaints from anyone when we all considered the big picture.
We got back to the flat a little before 4pm. Dad made it up the five flights (and 28 stairs) with little problem. However, he did get a little breathless over the last couple. The bottom line is that he's home. Now he has a long road ahead to recover and get back to normal. But, for that alone, we're all thankful.
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