Sunday night, after we got back to the Heights and unloaded the car, it took me about 30 minutes to find a parking spot. I ended up parking on a meter on Broadway down by Piper’s hospital around 2 A.M.. Since I was already there, I decided not to wait until the sun came up, to visit Piper. She was sleeping the whole time, so I ended up just talking to her nurse for about a half hour. She had been running a fever and was on antibiotics. Apparently, she also was having some GI issues and was pretty dehydrated. They stopped her feeds and just had her on the IV drip, again. She also has a catheter, so that they can measure her output. It seems that she was on the upswing again yesterday, though. Reagan had a really good visit with her in yesterday evening. Go here to read about it. Reagan also distills the various activities that we had on vacation.
When I started walking home from the Hospital, Sunday night, the smell of hot trash hit me like a ton of bricks. It reminded me of all of the things I didn’t miss about being away. The hot muggy weather wasn’t helping me get excited about being back, either. When I got into work yesterday, I had an email from one of my coworkers inviting us to dinner tonight. I had totally forgotten about restaurant week! For those unfamiliar with the concept, Restaurant week is when many of the uber-fancy dining joints in the City offer a few of their 3 course meals for the fixed price of $35 per person, making their establishments temporarily more budget friendly for the less-rich. Amazing.
Anyway, I’m glad that Piper is doing better, and I’m glad that we are going to dinner tonight. So, despite the hot trash, I’m glad to be home.