Just got back from Mom’s house. She’s doing well, but is feeling pretty nauseated and sore. Jillian has her on a pretty tight schedule of meds, walking around, and eating. She’s a regular nurse, that one.
Overheard at Launi’s house this afternoon…
“Me and Cheetoes are NOT friends right now.”
“There’s just stuff flying at my face. Like just then. And now.”
“I feel like every time I drink water that it’s going to fall out all those holes.” (She had 4 scope holes for the surgery.)
“This is the longest time I’ve gone without makeup since I was 11.”
“I feel like a hag. Don’t be afraid of the snow white witch, baby!” (Lily and Beck were very cautious about being near her. They said hi, and wanted kisses, and then wouldn’t look at her anymore.)
“There’s like a magical guardian angel German shepherd in my eye. But it’s not weird or anything, he’s cute.”
She was trying really hard not to laugh, because it hurts. She was also trying really hard not to say anything that would make it to the blog. Um. Yeah. So she’d think of something, and then cover her mouth, and then start laughing, and then she’d moan and tell me why she was laughing, and well…
Thanks for your continued prayers and thoughts, we really appreciate it.