I'd say I'm 95% back. Just a little bit "punk". Everyone I dealt with at the hospital was really friendly and great, I have to say. My favorite, Lei, was my post-op nurse, Cheryl. Or rather, "Hi, I'm Cheryl but you can call me Nurse Ratchet."
We went on to gab for over an hour and I enjoyed her so much. She and her parents and siblings came over from St. Thomas, V.I. back in the '70's. I told her I could tell she hadn't grown up around these parts.
She still had quite a telltale lilt to her voice. Very easy on the ear as I'm sure your voice is too.
Kathy, good luck to your girl. Sounds like she can benefit from a little medication. How you're getting her there to take care of things is beyond me with terror like that! I wish her (and everyone involved) all the best.