Friday, November 27, 2009

Going Home

That could mean so many things, but I am not sure if Michigan is my home, Texas...or no place at all.

Poppy is better. They are pretty sure it was a reaction to his hbp meds. He's coughing a bit, and swelled up from steroids, but otherwise fine. He is going to drive home with us for a week and then fly back. I'm happy about that, but also sad because it means he won't be down for Christmas.

It's amazing how many people we were able to see these past few days here, after Poppy got out of the hospital. My mother was mad because I would not leave to spend Thanksgiving with her and my aunt and uncle, 2 hours away, but I wasn't here for anything other than to make sure my dad was okay. I did manage to see her tonight. So, my name isn't total Mudd.

I am sleepy, disjointed and I am sure this isn't making much sense. I'll log in after I get home and have a straighter head. Thanks everyone, for thinking of us.


Donna said...

You're a Good daughter...don't sweat the other stuff sweetie...(((HUG)))

Laurie in Ca. said...

I totally agree with Donna and am so glad you are spending time with your Poppy. That's what is most important and it seems some things never change, no matter the distance. ~sigh~. Oh well :) Love you girl. You make your dad proud.

Love and Hugs, Laurie

Nance said...

Way to stand up to people and serve your own priorities and agenda. Glad to hear things are back on all arenas.

Shelly said...

Oh, your mother. I know her type. Glad you stuck to your guns and stayed with your dad. That's where you were needed.