Well, hey now. Will you look at that?

I'm wearing cherry PJs and pink nubbly socks.

And I got to see Noah outside of...well, outside of his hospital anyway.

Kat, when you get back, B says thank you.

And I'm getting some pain meds. I might yet sleep tonight, and even if I don't, I'll be snazzy looking.

YAY for cherry pjs and for Kat and for pain meds.

Thanks to all you guys. I've put on a pretty solid pain/drug-induced complaint session all day (really, I got up maybe three times today), and it was better than cathartic.

The mystery PC (where are the innards???) I'm using right now crashed twice (oops) and both times I was way too tense at the thought of it not coming back. Sure, I'm a professional, but I'm a professional in a bad mood and on drugs. I'd have thrown caution to the wind to get the connection back. Y'all are a lifeline.

Someone should write a book about how that works.

That's what we're here for, ita. Just wish I could do more.

It's kinda nifty, innit? What with the support system and the electronic umbilical cord and the cherry pajamas. It's made of awesome.

It's too bad we're all axe-murdering pedophiles, or this'd be a real nice story.

Now, go to sleep, ita.

My blood is still all over the floor

I can attest to this. It would make a kinda cool pattern for a carpet if its genesis weren't so disturbing.

I came home and tripped the dog with Noah's oxygen line. oops. It freaked him out and he tripped again on his way back in the house.

Actual conversation that just took place.

Me: "I'll pay you to do the 2:30 feeding."

K: "Oh yeah? How much?"

Me: "$20"

K: "The $20 I owe you from a while ago when you did the 2:30 feeding for me? I'd rather owe you."

HARSH.

I am wearing strawberry pajamas in the same vein but a totally different pattern than the cherry ones. They make me happy.

I'm sorry it's been such a rough 24 hours ita.

I'm thinking the LAistas need to start turning up in shifts to make sure the hospital takes care of you. If you need us to arrange to be there in shifts to act as a rotating gang of patient advocates we could do that too.

YAY for cherry pjs and for Kat and for pain meds.

This.

That's what we're here for, ita. Just wish I could do more.

And this.

I'm thinking the LAistas need to start turning up in shifts to make sure the hospital takes care of you. If you need us to arrange to be there in shifts to act as a rotating gang of patient advocates we could do that too.

Also very much this.

Kat, when you get back, B says thank you.

Also, tell B, no problem. But he needs to answer his email with your whereabouts quicker. Not that I could have gotten there faster.

Oof, okay, going to nap and wake up in 3 hours.

It's too bad we're all axe-murdering pedophiles, or this'd be a real nice story.

I think the axe-murdering aspect might come in handy with the folks at this hospital, from the sound of it. Would that the staff could have shared ita's Happy Fun Migraine until they got their act together and did something about it.

Delayed sushi craving was satisfied tonight. The new-to-me place I wanted to try has really excellent sushi, though I was surprised at first by the caucasian women sushi chefs. Also, I now know where to take any lesbian friends that visit Memphis for a night on the town, as I was the only womb-challenged person in evidence. I'll have to watch what I order when I return—the nigiri was served as single pieces rather than the customary two per order and even the California rolls (I didn't get one, but it seems like the basic standard for comparison) were a bit pricey. But you at least get great flavor and presentation for your $ if not filling quantity, and the place has great atmosphere and decor.