Because light bulbs are an "eh, I can see, good enough" item.

Yep! I had two lights out of three burned out on a track light and I finally replaced them. Place looks different now.

I don't have the official word yet, but they tell me Drew is in recovery, so it sounds like things went well.

Yay for Drew in recovery!

if bacon and cheese can be called breakfast.

Lordy, I would think so. I had chocolate mousse for breakfast. Hey, it's got eggs in there!

I am so fully over this ick I have that appears to have settled in and WILL NOT GO AWAY.

I did just get a jolt of adrenaline, though- I'm doing a volunteer project here in the neighborhood, rebuilding a local playground. I'm the volunteer coordinator and I put up about 100+ flyers last week with my info to get the word out about it. So, anyway, I answer my phone this morning and it's the POLICE, and I'm like, uh-oh, and it's just someone who wants more info so they can schedule patrols accordingly.

Man, I have much to do with this project and I am just not feeling it (due to illness, not lack of interest)! At least most of what I need to do this week can be done from home, I don't need to go door to door to Magazine Street business in the Irish Channel anymore. Ooh, that took some girding of loins to get done.

But did I do it? FUCK YEAH I DID!!!

cereal:

Oh, Teppy! So much ~ma for the Boy's mom, the Boy, and for you.

I'll be thinking of you all.

Lots of ~ma for the Boy's mom, Teppy.

Good job, Nora! Glad that part's done.

A lolkitty for Zenkitty.

(and I have to run off for yet another pointless, boring, barely coherent web presentation ... yay)

~ma for The Boy's mom and all of you.

Yay Nora!

Tons of health~ma to the Boy's mom.

Thanks, folks. It's just uber-worrisome because she's a wee tiny woman with a lot of food allergies, so she can't keep weight on very well anyway. But that also means that her body isn't really equipped to fight any infection, let alone one in her lungs, which are (to be blunt) crap anyway.

She's adamant about not wanting to be put on a ventilator, because she fears that she's so frail that she won't be able to come back off of it -- that is, her body won't adapt to breathing sufficiently on its own again.

And that's probably true. However, she's entitled to not be stuck on a vent if that's what she wants.

We were at their house Sunday night, which was a day after she started antibiotics for the respiratory infection. And, wow, she was having a LOT of trouble breathing. It's not easy at the best of times -- she's permanently on an oxygen cannula -- but she manages.

She's stubborn, though, and insisted she didn't want to go to the hospital. So for her to give in and go today says that it's really bad.

She also has bad anxiety that drugs aren't putting a dent in. And it's a horrible cycle -- not being able to breathe makes her panic, and panic makes it hard to breathe, which makes her panic, etc. etc. etc.

I just really want her to make it to their 50th anniversary. And *she* does, too. There's a family trip planned for that weekend, to a lodge in a big state park north of here. That might not be possible now (and The Boy and I were wondering even before this if the trip would be too hard for her), but even if she could just be home and enjoy a low-key anniversary celebration with the family, that would mean so much to her, and to The Boy's dad. And the whole family, really.

Do his parents live close to you, Teppy? Here's hoping the hospital gives her some relief. Not being able to breathe is incredibly scary.