CI surgery went well this morning, got home 12:45 p.m.-ish. Not before some callous security officer wouldn't let me park in a nearly vacant, very wide road in front of the Johns Hopkins ER entrance for me/Orion with obviously bandaged head/ear to run up to the main floor to pick up Rx that was waiting for me. I'd already paid $11 for daily max parking when I realized I forgot his medicine. He told me to go park again. What? For another 4 dollars? After two phone calls from home, it turns out he should've let me do what needed to be done. I hope they reassign the guy somewhere else, nothing more.
Orion is doing fine, swinging quickly between being happy on meds (that I picked up at our local Rx) and fussing.
The interpreter saw him do the sign for "MILK" in the recovery room. I'm still not sure if he was asking for MILK or WANTED milk. He slowly but truly finished off a whole bottle of apple juice. I've seen incredible amounts of output in his diapers today!