So, my current house's walk score is 63 and my childhood home's score was 38. Ironically, I was much more interested in walking when I lived in my childhood home and did it way more frequently.
In the continuing sage of the universe using me as an example of karma, not only will Grace get a tracheotomy tomorrow, on my birthday, but Noah is being readmitted to his old hospital for eye surgery on Monday.
Sigh. Really, I'm reaching the whatever point.
I did go to Cost Plus to make nice thank you baskets for the nurses and docs and RTs at Huntington. I'm including coffee, chocolate, cookies... It's hard to know what to bring in. I hope that works.
Found it!
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Really interesting interview.
The baskets sound wonderful, Kat. That's such a thoughtful thing to do for them.
I am sorry about Grace's trach - just ... ugh.
How long will Noah be in the hospital?
It's sweet of you to think of the team at Huntington. I think you've covered the staple emergency rations.
Sorry about the rest. Sucks horribly.
Oh Kat, I'm so sorry. Please let me know if I can do anything. I'm home for most of the next month and have a very flexible schedule.
I water my Ficus once a month, if that. I can't imagine the phone bill.
I think my phone would never stop ringing. I sometimes adhere to the "if it's limp, time to water it!" school.
Yeah. Me too. I think the next thing to do is to request a DNR for Grace.
Sigh.
On the straining-to-find-the-bright-side, I've lost 4 lbs this week and Noah now weighs closer to 10 lbs than to 9.
Weird-assed art.
My favorite kind!
ION, sorry, Kat. Some day you will be past all this.
