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Thursday, August 10, 2000
I screamed when my younger son was born -
until they said to shut up or I'd be knocked out (my back went out) -
should I ever see my first husband - I may walk up to him and break his
face. I have a bad back thanks to him.
My son's back has been out since he's been
stuck in bed. Low cell counts and fevers. And sores from the drug rash.
Testing for Fungus - by Collapsing a Lung
I have been told to stay all night (by my
son) following his surgery - I brought my travel cosmetics - face cream,
etc. And some hairpins and a robe - I may use his PJs or one of his shorts-shirt
sets - I forgot mine
I like to be sloppy at night. I have to set
up labs at work tomorrow and I have to go to the gym - I may go in the
morning and then go to work and then come back here to the hospital. Because
I am determined to get to the gym. [Did that.]
He likes to know I am here. I like to be near
by - but I'd rather be home. I'd rather he was well enough to be there.
How on Earth do I do an AD this weekend??????
A new centerfold for Romantic Times?
Yeeesh! I also need to book flights to Houston
next week.
A friend sent me a blessed cross - I like
those. I brought it to the hospital for my son's surgery. I showed it
to the nurses and told them to keep it with him. I stuck it in its little
pouch under his pillow.
We had to tell the doctors that it was OK
if they had to open his chest - neither one of us wanted that. So my son
was understandably nervous going in.
The cross was a riot - it traveled - it was
under his pillow - I pointed it out - it made it under the table and then
back on the gurney - now back under the pillow - several times we stopped
and did a check for it. Every time we moved him to another bed. They were
all alerted to its existence. The cross traveled with him - ended up in
his slipper under the gurney in the operating room and then back under
his pillow. He is OK so far - on Morphine - every 10-20 minutes - they
took two polyps which "look fungal" and he has a chest tube on suction.
Tyler's mother and grandma were here (Tyler
was his first room mate - a baby under 2 years of age.) I was just coming
out from sending him off to surgery and was about to fall apart. After
taking Tyler in for surgery (chemo), they took me down for a cheeseburger,
fries (greasy) chocolate cake and real mocha frapichino in a bottle. Gag!
I felt better.
My son later woke up enough to yell at me
for having coffee. Never mind the cheeseburger. (Oh my - do I need the
gym!)
They put space booties on him finally - they
squeeze the legs for circulation
His nose is white - lack of circulation. I
told him he had a dog's nose. I had to scratch it for him.
Once he can eat - he wants strawberry Ensure
- UGH! to start.
Says when out he will eat junk food for days.
After all this - I have ad materials due to
RT on the 15th - Tuesday - which means this weekend again.
His new bed (for his bedroom) hasn't arrived
- I got no phone call - and the bathroom cabinets are ordered - when they
get here I will switch the kitchen faucet - I swear I thought the spray
was not attached! - and then call the plumber. He will do work on the
"side" for less than the company - suits me.
I will be hauling my truck around this weekend
- I hope my son is doing better. I need some time to get organized for
the class.
And I must hunt for the manuscript for "Hellsfire"
- the sequel to Jettison. I wrote some good chapters if I recall. I'm
feeling bloodthirsty - now would be the time to learn how to do spell
and grammar check with Quark! Every time I read to John - I find another
one!
But one by one people tell me that the book
is good - so if I could sell it I would be fine.
(I would love to sell the reprint rights)
I must keep going and keep making plans.
I need to make plane reservations.
I need to get back into my clothes.
Those Dove chocolates are deadly.
So are triskets and peanut butter.
But not as bad as coffee.
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