The Twinkies

Me (Each hour from 6AM to 9PM is represented by 10 words.)

Sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep. Kids are up. Nurse. Change diapers. Clean poop off floor. Get kids dressed. Breakfast. Laundry. Make homemade muffins. Nurse. Owie. Rescue remedy. Nurse. Nurse. Laundry. Share garden violets with Lizzie. The kids fascinated by her baby. Run dishwasher. Clean up pee. Rash looks better. Nurse. Laundry. Oh shit. J’s lovey is filthy. Read stories. Nurse. Sort mail. Lunch. Take pictures. Kids nap. Print pictures. Kids to mother. Gas. Get food. Drive. Drive drive drive. Eat. Drive drive drive drive drive drive. Get to hospital. Show Brian pictures of kids. Talk to Brian. Sit with Brian. Sit and read Sunday newspaper. Sit and read gardening magazine. Sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit. Eat dinner. Read New Yorker. Talk to Brian’s parents and Aunt. Sit. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive drive drive drive drive traffic drive drive. Home. Nurse.

Brian
He was much improved when I got to the hospital today. He had managed to walk across the room and out into the hall with the physical therapist and his appetite had improved. He was very touched by the e-wishes people sent (and you can send one HERE to Brian Berry in room 2-186). He is having trouble getting rest as the hospital nurses and staff are in his room poking him with one thing or another. He was running a fever later in the afternoon which worries me.

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