OK, existential crisis aside, I'm doing ok. I slept in the big bed (aka my actual, real bed) last night, as opposed to my hospital bed. It went ok, except ... except I'm getting a cold. Have one already, actually, as of sometime in the wee hours of the AM. So last night in the big bed was slightly marred by tossing, turning, sweating, wheezing, etc. Today I'm back in the hospital bed, jacked upright, hibernating, drinking juice and trying to stave this thing off. Wish me luck -- colds can be bad things for damaged lungs.
I'd also like to mention that a dear friend of mine is coping with loss today -- her grandfather passed away last night. Please send a little love and energy her way as she and her family deal with this sad time.
Every scar, every bruise, every bone has a tale to tell. This is my left foot's story.
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Hi Colleen, We met once, at the calling hours for your Grandfather. I'm a friend of your Mom's. I'm so sorry to hear you have a cold, and I know it must be even more miserable a feeling with everything else you're going through. You are one courageous gal! I admire your sense of humor with all you've experienced these last weeks. I've been praying for you and James and your Mom and Uncle Bob, because I know what happens to you affects everyone that loves you. It sounds like you have wonderful friends! Take care, Colleen, and just know that you touch a lot of people's lives, and everyone is rooting for you! God bless!
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