In the very fine university hospital once again, this time with some surgery looming–tomorrow, perhaps, depending on how fast the grinding machinery that is medical bureaucracy moves in my direction.
I am cozily situated with my ASUS laptop, a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from my garden (arranged by Catgirl in a wee blue vase that was a gift from Brooke and always makes me smile). As I speak a massive dose of antibiotics are entering my veins, and I am looking forward to the sweet relief that they will bring (we won’t talk about the 8 different pokes that preceded said infusion–easy peasy, I say).
Big thanks to Amy, Ginger, Rebecca and all who are holding down the fort at our home. Huge hugs and kisses to John, too, for hurrying home from San Diego to be at my bedside. Nearly 20 years ago he sat by my side and nursed me through a mysterious ailment. I was awed by his bedside manner then, and remain so–feeling so buoyed by his strength and goodness.