It's Good To Be Home

I'm still recuperating.  Taking antibiotics and pain medicine.  I spent all morning in bed, surrounded by three loyal cats.  Now I am going to try sitting up for a while, and get reacquainted with my laptop.

In my last post, I didn't explain the entire situation.  We had gone out of town for the weekend.  We flew in Friday and planned to fly home Monday.  I woke up in pain Sunday morning and was admitted to the hospital.  We had to cancel our flight home and wait to see how long I would have to stay.  They let me go on Thursday but made me stay in town one more day to make sure my blood cultures were negative for bacteria.  I was SO relieved when they called me on Friday and said I could go home.

We had to decide whether to fly or drive home.  I still felt uncomfortable so I could not imagine going through airport hassles, possible delays and flight cancellations.  So we decided to drive.  It was a long drive, but I got as comfortable as I could in the car.  By the time we got home I was exhausted and went straight to bed.  I can't begin to tell you how good it felt to be back in my own bed, in my own home!

So, finally I am at home.  I'm sitting up in a big chair, watching "Sex and the City".  I never saw it the first time around because we didn't get HBO in those days.