Carrie and I have been hanging out with Granny at the hospital all weekend.  Granny is doing a really great job with her recovery.  Hopefully she will be home soon.  Granny had a day full of therapy so Carrie and I decided to duck out and get some errands done and maybe along the way we’ll wander into a few antique shops.  We stopped at this one flea market place, we’re wandering around the booths and I get stopped by this little old lady pushing a cart around.  I don’t know a lick of Spanish but she was pointing at my stomach so I’m guessing that she is asking me if I’m pregnant.  Yeah, nothing happening there lady but fat.  Then she wanders over by her daughter but then comes back to me, she points at my purse, she asks her daughter to translate, “she wants to know where you got it from.” “I got it from Nordstroms” I replied.  They both looked puzzled, “Nordstroms the department store...” still nothing.  Then I tell them that you can get it online, then they got it.  It’s not a flashy fancy purse, just a simple pink seatbelt purse.  Next the little old lady grabs my left wrist, she’s pointing at my watch.  Her daughter says that she thinks it’s pretty, I tell them the stones in it are not real I just liked the color (again pink).  Then she sees my engagement ring, she really liked that.  Seriously, I didn’t know how to react.  I just said thank you and walked away.  I mean what do you do when some random lady stops you and begins touching you?? 

Albuquerque is just an odd town to me.  Carrie pointed out that everyone moves a lot slower, it seems that no one is in a rush.  It took us a while to even locate a fast food restaurant.  They just are not on every corner like they are back home. 

Day two of the meds and I haven’t notice too much of a change.  I did feel a bit more jittery than I normally do.  The only thing I really had on my mind is how am I going to get my homework done.  I have so many labs to get done.  And for a brief few minutes I kinda sorta panicked about what would happen to me when I die.  I’m sure that being in the hospital and helping Granny through all this is what prompted the thoughts.  It last about five minutes and then I was over it.  I’m tossing around a lot while I’m sleeping but that could just be because I’m not in my own bed.

I’m home tomorrow evening.  I miss my dude and my puppies.