Yesterday was a pretty uneventful day. I rested and then I rested. When I finished that, I rested some more.
Somewhere in between all of that, mom and I set off searching for the Starbucks that's accessible without entering the great outdoors. Egad, not the city streets!
We made it, as I'm incredible with directions (also I have a homing device to Starbucks), and just waited a few seconds for someone with a badge to let us through the bridge to the other building.
I walked, which is crucial to staying off the heparin, but it felt like I was trudging through quicksand while tied to missile going the opposite way.
I probably won't be attempting that walk again any time soon.
My feeds decided to annoy the hell out of me last night. I felt something wet and cold and, once again, discovered that they had leaked. I stumbled to the bathroom and switched out the adapter (the tube that connects the feeding bag to my stomach) and all was good in the world again.
Mom and I played games this afternoon, while I sipped on the tall blonde she brought me. They might as well go ahead and install a Starbucks kiosk outside my hospital room; I'll keep it in business.
I skyped with the Hamiltons tonight and explained to Carman that the woman in the background was not my mother, but his wife. Yes....he was looking at his own screen. I think it's clear that he and I both need our lungs really soon...we simply don't have much brain power left to lose. Carman, I say that with love...and a crap load of laughter.
I also skyped with Jamie tonight:
|Go ahead - figure out what she's holding|
Kristy (fellow crusty lung'er) and her fiance Derek came to visit today. She brought me pajamas! It was nice seeing them, but I definitely wasn't me. I was hopped up on gravol and could barely get my eyeballs to open any further than tiny slits. Plus, I sorta don't feel good. I wonder if the fact that we were in a hospital gave that away?
Her dad picked them up and brought me a tall blonde. Seriously perfect.
I spilled half of it on my bed. Also, I was on that bed. So half of that half went all over me.
It's not my fault, I'm high on gravol.