Sitting here alone, in the house. We got back late Thursday night. Today is Monday. Or did we get home Friday? Doesn't matter. It all runs together.
Backing up a bit - I got sick on the second to last day of trip. I felt the moment it happened - some rogue viral microbe got stuck in my throat when we were at a rest stop. I felt it lodge and started coughing. I had a day and 1/2 left. It's like my body knew I had to keep it together in order to get home.
It was Thursday night we got home. Late - maybe 8:30 or 9. We crashed and Friday morning I couldn't get up. Yuk. Coughing, hacking, sick sick sick. Saturday and Sunday my sis, mom and dad pretty much took care of Luther in terms of feeding him. I could barely lift him up out of his chair.
Finally today - Monday - I called the VA and asked if I could drop Luther off for a few days. Like checking him in to a hotel? Except with hospital food. They said sure, bring him down.
So he's dropped off. Checked in. I couldn't even smooch him goodbye.
Back to bed, time to get healthy so I can bring him home.