Hubby: "Hello all, Just got a call from her and they have decided she has been there long enough and are letting her come home - it is about time! Gads, I am running out of clothes and dishes and the refrigerator is nearly empty. (Actually, I did four loads of laundry on Tuesday and the dishes are all clean, I am really not as helpless as you might expect!) Needless to say she is looking forward to sleeping in her own bed with nobody sticking a thermometer in her mouth every four hours, etc."

At last, I'm home! I settled into my big blue "people-eater" chair and rested from packing up (5 minutes) and the trip home (15 minutes). I'm exhausted, no energy left at all!

The house looks neat, but dusty. Hubby is great at keeping things like shopping, cooking, dishes, and laundry going, but he doesn't do windows (or floors, or rugs, or furniture, or... ). That doesn't matter, though. After all, he's been spending a good part of his days at the hospital with me! The dust bunnies will be there when I get around to them.

We stopped on the way home and Hubby picked up my prescriptions. I feel like a walking drugstore! I'm taking Keflex antibiotic tablets, 500 mg 4 times a day for 12 days; Acyclovir tablets, 400 mg 5 times a day for 8 days; Corticosporin Otic drops in my ear, 4 drops 4 times a day for 14 days. I'm also taking Prednisone tablets twice a day, 30 mg for 2 days, 20 mg for 2 days, 10 mg for 2 days, and 5 mg for 2 days. Then, of course, there's the artificial tears, micropore tape, and the box of eye patches in the bag too.

It's Halloween, but Hubby forgot to get candy, so we shut off the outside lights... I feel like the Halloween Grinch! It's just as well, though, since the back door opening and closing might have given me a chill, and I can't go near children anyway.