I am a very happy girl.
I heard a rumor about a CF girl getting out on Friday. This girl is apparently uber cool and rocks some sweet red kicks.
Ya, that's right - that girl is me!
That's just one more full day and two more nights before I get to see his face. Hard to believe he'll be right here, as it seems like forever ago that he last was.
Had a visit with my fantastical buddy Craig today. We went to the cafeteria with mom, except here it's called the "Marketeria", guess they think that makes it more appealing? Cooler?
We were walking down the hall when I saw my doc. She actually brought up the topic of my release first. I replied, "Ya, I was wondering exactly how to broach that". Followed by, "You look very pretty today".
Brownie points guys.
***Not so subtle wink***
However, in sticking with my new found smarts (from listening to my doc's advice from the other day) I ensured that it was totally her idea for me to break out on Friday.
Doctors are so smart; always listen to them.
To backup my claim of feeling better is the fact that I annihilated that stationary bike today. I am a machine. Unstoppable.
Afterward I had more of the massage physio stuff...I may or may not have fallen asleep for the next 15 decades.
I leave you with some 'Hospital Humour':
- Nurse changing my PICC dressing says "Don't cough"
Or me to not be cool.
- Skyping with Pamela...I didn't hear my nurse coming, but turned at the last minute and saw a gun in my face and watched my life flash before my eyes.
The gun was actually a scanner for my hospital bracelet (for distributing meds).
Looks like I'll live to see another day.