They finally released me at 2:30pm yesterday afternoon. After signing the discharge papers they didn't even bother calling a wheelchair for me and let me walk to the car on my own accord. As many times as I had walked Jason or my mom from my room to the parking lot I never realized how far it was. Time and distance are all relative when you have nothing but time on your hands I suppose. It took us at least 10 minutes to get from the room to the car. Once in the car I couldn't help but letting out a happy scream and opening the windows and sun roof for the 5 minute drive home. It was a perfect Alabama day, 80 degrees, blue skys nice breeze, no humidity, a perfect reminder to why we fell in love with Birmingham after moving here on a whim six years ago.
The dogs were so excited they didn't know what to do with themselves when I got home. I realized just how long two weeks actually was when I got home. Things looked the same, but seemed different at the same time. While time stood still for me in the hospital everything on the outside kept moving. In my household not as efficiently as they would have run if I was here, but running none the less. After taking a long over due nap with Bettis in my own bed I set out to jump start my daily activity. I sorted the mail, changed Joe's (beta fish) water, and made another mental note to call the plumber on Monday about our dripping faucet. Of course these were all things I told myself I needed to do when I got home from work on Monday, two weeks ago.
We went to Wal-Mart to fill my multiple prescriptions and pick up school supplies since I start my first MBA class on Monday. Since it was such a nice day we took the dogs with us and left them in the car with the windows rolled down. I will go ahead and say that we do this all the time because they would rather come with us and sit in the car then be left alone in the house. After dropping off the prescriptions and picking up stuffs around Wal-Mart I was throughly exhausted and actually appreciate the benches they have scattered around the aisles. Before I found them to be plain ridiculous, who can't walk around Wal-Mart without having to sit down and take a break?! Now I know. While sitting Jason heard an announcement asking for the Penn State alumni with the black Volkswagen to please come to customer service. He went to check on everything while I waited on my prescriptions. Two women were at our car feeding the dogs ice chips and told Jason they had called the police because our dogs were overheating in the car. They tried to goad him into an argument even saying they were going to lock him in a hot car, but he wasn't biting and they finally walked away. Apparently they couldn't tell that we have two of the most spoiled dogs in Alabama and were unaware that is was an unseasonably cool day at 80 degrees. I'm sure Maggie and Bettis appreciated the ice chips, but I really wish they would have put their efforts into rescuing dogs that truly need the help, because there are plenty of them.
Speaking of spoiled dogs, we are going to take them for a walk to Avondale park. My first walk! Taking it slow and steady.
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Dog abuser! Poor, wretched little mongrels. Just kidding. I used to work at Walmart and we got at least one person a week coming to the service desk to save the hot doggies. I always told them to go to the snack bar and get ice chips until we could find the owners. It was easier than telling customers that dogs are smarter than some Walmart customers.
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