The rest of my time at home

So, the doctor didn't see much irritation in my intestines. This means that I probably don't have celiac (this result correlates with the blood test), but I have to wait a few more days for the definitive results from the biopsy.

I was really loopy after the endoscopy and spent the day on the couch. I couldn't remember how I got my shirt back on or how I got home. Somehow I vaguely remembered asking the doctor why she was in Granada, Spain....we had been talking about Spain when I fell asleep in the endoscopy room.

By Friday Melanie had been doing worse. She was collapsing a lot more, including three times while trying to go to the bathroom. She also had an eye infection. Mom, dad and I took her to the vet and had her put to sleep. It was really sad, but she had been suffering too much, and too long. We stayed in the room while the procedure was done. It was somewhat comforting to see her so peaceful because she hadn't been that way in weeks (definitely not since before I came home).

Saturday we went to Ikea (I love that place!) to get a new chair cushion and then we picked up Joe from the airport. We had sushi for dinner, which should have been easy for me. Because I can't eat soy sauce or imitation crab, I was limited in my roll choice. That meant I basically had to pick some random pieces of fish to accompany the one roll I was able to eat. It was pretty frustrating, but the suchi was so delicious that it didn't matter too much. I also brought my own soy sauce, which was a smart move. Even though the sauce was crappy (I've yet to try the wheat-free tamari, but I've heard good things), it went really well with the sushi and I was glad to have it there. It was also nice to be out to dinner with my family.

Sunday was my last day at home. The four of us, along with my grandma, went for hotdogs in Westchester. I packed my lunch and ate while they were waiting for their food. Even though I can't eat anything there, I wanted to go for nostalgia. So many weekends of my childhood were spent at Walter's Hot Dogs.

That afternoon, mom and I went for a walk in town. We went to the grammar school where I took tons of pictures to show to people in Priego. Then we made dinner and went to the airport.

The flight was uneventful....probably because I took two Tylenol PM before push-back and was asleep before we got to a cruising altitude. This was a good thing because the women around me were traveling together and chattered about in their Mobile, Alabama twang. They were a group of sisters, a cousin and one woman's daughter going to Marbella for a week in the sun. The daughter (probably in her 30s) had never left the country before and had only flown once to Vegas. Her mom, seated next to me, thought she was going to throw-up after eating a banana for breakfast. She went running to the bathroom, but was fine.

When I got to Malaga, I was so excited by the warm weather. I began my journey back to Priego, only taking three buses because I returned through Granada (the more expensive and longer route). To go to Priego through Lucena (how I got to the airport to go home) I would have had to have waited three hours for the first bus and then I didn't know when the connecting bus was scheduled to leave (aka I could have been stuck in Lucena for a few hours too).