I think I have a good excuse.
I'm distracted by my tall, dark and handsome.
The last month and a half without him seemed to go on forever and were the worst weeks for me as far as being homesick. Thankfully I'm kept extremely busy here between pokes and probings from different medical professionals. Sweetness.
Saturday night Brad and I went on a double date (oooo yaaaa) with Sandra Rinomato and her husband, Gary. The best part was that this time there was NO tubing stuck to my face, I could actually eat and I wasn't breathing like Darth Vader; as sexy as all that was.
Lots of stories, laughs, and crazy. I'm really glad Brad contacted Sandra back in July. We've had some great times with those two and made great memories.
Thanks guys, you da bestest!
Sunday we headed back to the hospital to hang out with the Hamiltons. Carman is doing freaking fantastical; he is clearly trying to beat all transplant records. He looks amazing. I can't believe how alive and healthy he looks already. His face has a nice pink tinge instead of the hawt gray.
We ended up playing UNO in the waiting room with Danica (you must realize by now that games seem to happen wherever we go) and the winner was...
Monday we sat around like a whole bunch of lazy - we ate, watched tv and spent some time outside with the G-man. He's been really vocal lately. I'm thinking it's cause he's so excited about Carman and he just wants to tell the entire park. Plus he's pretty happy to have Brad here. He nearly lost his mind when Brad walked through the door Thursday night; tail almost flew off and hit the wall.
I just want to put it out there that Brad cooked dinner Monday night.
This morning I woke up with my head in the garbage can.
I couldn't get out of bed. I have no idea if it was the stomach flu or food poisoning. Brad???
I had to cancel CF clinic as I didn't want to make anyone else sick in case it was the flu. It's now 4PM and I'm finally able to sit on the couch instead of laying in bed. Progress!
Kristy and Derek are coming today and staying with us until Saturday. Not exactly great timing for me to get sick. Fingers crossed that there will be no more cookies being tossed up in here.
Unless someone wants to toss some oreos my way; that'd be cool.