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And as you walk out the front door—laughing, perhaps a little teary, and undeniably healthier than when you arrived—you will look back at the house with its cat-shaped hedges and its jingling mailbox. You will hear Senator Fluff squawk one final time: "Hydrate or die-drate!"

Cousin Pip will hug your legs and whisper, "Don't forget you're a superhero. Superheroes just need to recharge sometimes." the fun convalescent life at the carva househol

Then laugh. Even a little. It’s the first step toward getting well. And as you walk out the front door—laughing,

For the more mobile convalescents (those with a sprained ankle rather than a collapsed lung), there is the "Slowest Race in History." The course is the length of the living room. The rules: you must move at the speed of a melting ice cube. The encouragement is deafening. Cousin Pip waves a flag that says "Go Slow, You Glorious Tortoise!" Even a little