Good Evening to All

After 2 1/2 months I finally escaped the hospital

I've still got a big wound in my chest, so I'm not totally healed yet.
I've got a bandage that has to be changed every other day by a home health care nurse, and of course Home Health Care has not contacted us yet, so I had to spend my first day out at the urgent care to get changed. Such fun!

Getting home yesterday was an adventure. I picked the wrong day to escape. The Story:

Leaving at 11am, Mom noticed a couple of Police cars in the driveway as she exited the apartment complex to come and get me. No biggie.
I actually rode back with my brother in his truck. We stopped for lunch at a drive thru and mom called and said the cops wouldn't let her back in the complex. We agreed to meet in the parking lot across the street and parked right across from the driveway to the complex to watch what was going on, and be able to see when the cops left so we could get home. In a few minutes there were 20 Metro cop cars and motorcycles in the long driveway. The Fire department showed up, and a couple of Ambulances. Then 5 North Las Vegas Cop cars, including the K-9. Then 5 Henderson Cars including their K-9. OK, this is turning into a real show. Far more interesting than the drivel I've been watching on the hospital's limited TV channels 18 hours a day. 6 Highway Patrol cars join the party along with 5 School Police units. There must have been a mass murder in one of the buildings.

We've been parked watching for an hour and a half when they close off the street (Tropicana). Now in rapid fire 15 SWAT trucks are blowing in. There's gonna be some real Sh*t going down! Then 2 armored SWAT Humvees painted in camo join the party. I didn't even know Las Vegas Metro police had a tank like that, let alone two of them.

The parking lot we're in is filling up with other residents of the complex also waiting to get home. Photographers and TV news are now here. Soon there are 19 "undercover" cop cars and trucks parked in the street. And the Mobile Command Center semi truck has arrived. Cop car count of the ones I can see is now over 70 units, AND, not included, there are more parked down the side street according to the people being evacuated from the buildings where the bad guys are holed up.

I'm expecting major action... but it's been 3 hours that we've been parked, and Mom wants to go to my brother's house! it could be hours more sitting there... I don't want to leave the action, and besides I can't walk very far, not even into the house, but we can't get in to get my mobility scooter... And I need my insulin.

Skip to 6 hours later at my Brother's. I'm having a fit 'cause I can't eat much without my insulin and my blood sugar meter to tell me if I'm high or low. Finally there's a post on the internet that Tropicana is open again, so at 9 pm, 10 hours after leaving the hospital, I finally get home, totally exhausted.

The Cops had launched in Flash Bang Grenades and made entry in the apartment. The Bad Guys, who had robbed a cell phone store... WEREN'T EVEN HOME