insent!

fresh jammies and toothbrush to the rescue!

And Noah is an expert on hospitals, so he can tell the staff what's the what.

The listen live thingy for paperdol is down! Boo!!!!

Jesus, ita. And thanks to her friends.

I'm about to crawl off to bed. 4.5 year old have more energy than any creature should. The younger nephew is being a dream during the day and rather crankoriffic at night. This coincided with my beginning to take care of them, but since his eating habits changed so dramatically i without input from me, I think it's not me, but a growth...something.

ita - I can't believe the things you've been enduring these past - well, this past year (at least). I'm glad that there are people who can ride to the rescue with pjs and a toothbrush.

On another topic, interesting review of the FNL soundtrack.

I would like to call this the home stretch. Though I'm not sure if I'm abusing the metaphor. I don't know if anything other than pain relief or (perhaps and) hitting someone can make me feel better.

It's been a lame-assed comedy of errors, and the steak and mashed potatoes sounded good on the phone, but I've never ever had mashed potatoes this bad. I'm not sure how they managed to ruin them.

The fruit platter is sour, but I can handle that. I didn't order soup, so I'm not sure what's up with the bowl.

If the bread pudding disappoints, I might actually cry. I wish that were hyperbole. I'm just tired and nothing feels right.

I did get a chance to talk to B, which was nice. Summarising the last 20 odd hours took some of the irritation away.

But none of the pain.

Meanwhile, nursing shift change #2, after I'd bonded so well with this last one. I have to reestablish myself and I hate that. Everyone asks the same questions and tells me to breathe deeply at the same points, and now they're taking my blood repeatedly too. But no one will tell me what the discharge criteria are. Perhaps because it's blatantly obvious I'll lie to get out.

Honestly, I miss the shrink.

Um, ita, please to say which hospital you are at so I can get PJs to you.

Yay, paperdol! I just listened to your interview--you finally got one with a techno guy who knew to ask interesting questions. You sounded wonderful!!

Kat, I'm at CC Doctor's Hospital, but honestly, don't worry. I'm just looking forward to them finally giving me enough pain medication (last nurse in said "So you're not in any pain?" Sure, lady. I'm here for the five star accomodations, that's what) that I can sleep, because I'm wired and have had maybe four hours of sleep since Monday afternoon.

Go, Kat. Take care of our girl!

Hee. Thanks, Kathy. Tim was texting me encouragement during the thing.

I was thinking of him during the wealth/prestige conversation earlier.

ita, take the free jammies!