Calypso did come home from the hospital on Tuesday. She's doing well but obviously needs to still take it very easy.
Mr. Lime's toe seems to be improving and no longer harboring infection.
Isaac had two gigantic syringes full of oogey knee jelly drained off him yesterday. Time will tell if this is all he needs to get his recovery back on track.
My car is back to working condition. It seems all it needed was a major tune-up. Though it was a hit to the checking account was at least affordable enough to be covered. A blown head gasket or replacement vehicle would not have been an expenditure we could have absorbed.
Other things worth counting in the whole insane week and a half at Chez Lime are:
Nurses at the hospital who were especially good to Calypso. The poor kid was in extreme misery and barely able to function at all. She's also terrified by needles. She had nurses who treated her with great skill and compassion and who had a good measure of good humor. The ER doctor and CT technician were fantastic too. The admitting doctor was kind of an absentee figure who missed some obvious details in giving orders (like ordering a continuation of the IV fluids started in the ER for a dehydrated patient...duh!), but the outstanding nurses kept things straight.
My mom came up on Monday and stayed through Thursday. She provided the alternate wheels until my van could be fixed. She kept an eye on Calyspo after she came home from the hospital when Mr. Lime and I had to get back to work. And she went on one of her famous "Grammy Scrubs." Let me tell you when your house has undergone a Grammy Scrub you know it. Don't even think about interfering with the process in any way. I knew the Scrub had commenced when I brought Calypso home and my mother was on her hands and knees scrubbing the baseboards in Calypso's room with Lysol. She later moved on to the Notorious Purging of the Bedrooms wherein she finished what I started in Calypso's room and forcibly prodded Isaac and Diana to go through all their worldly possessions ridding themselves of excess and properly ordering what remained. The woman is a cleansing/organizing dervish. I suspect she will be sleeping for the weekend....which is more or less what I hope to do.
Now, in the immortal words of Bartles and Jaymes, "Thank yew fer yor support."