I’m home. I got home late – and I do mean late, like 3:30AM kind of late, on Friday. Overall, the trip went well and was quite uneventful. I was able to get my father set up on every service possible (or at least we applied for those services). I spent mass amounts of money getting him stocked up on food and other things that he needed around the house. And I was lucky enough to be able to meet not only one of his doctors (at least until he gets on Medicaid), but also his physical therapist. So basically, I did all that I was able to do.
I was also lucky enough to be able to visit with friends. Which of course, was exactly what I needed in the midst of all this chaos. So that part was great. And I got a couple of fun photos while I was away. I’ll post those once I get a chance.
Now, I’m just lying about like a slug, trying to shake this wracking cough and cold that I seem to have picked up (my understanding is that it’s taken at least GA, CO and NM by storm – all the shelves of cough medicine are empty it’s so bad). And as great as it is to be home, I’m just a little saddened that I can’t kiss my husband since I don’t want to give it to him. But the boys are sticking close and offering up snuggles, so that’s nice.