Could I please take another post to write about my outstanding friends? I am now well into week four of the Siege of Meningitis. I have not cooked a meal in 29 days! Do you realize that my church family has provided an unbelievable stream of food to this house. Nina bought a monstrous pan of spaghetti, a dessert that was heavenly and a can of Redi Whip that all three males in my house believed was to be eaten upside down with their mouths half open! Leah brought chicken and salad which was gone in a flash…It never disappears that quick when I make it! Susan brought us take out from Michaelangelo’s including Tiramisu. I felt funny eating it in my gown so I put on my housecoat and lit some candles while I ate! April brought enough Subway” to feed four adults for two days” They assumed she had hostages…Emma Rush, genius that she is, sent me a letter for Valentine’s Day documenting my beautiful smile and shining hair. I cannot overestimate how happy that made me! I managed to gather the energy to hack an inch of unwanted hair off my legs after I read it. Thanks for the conversations that wouldn’t have been possible without you dear friends and heavy medications. A big dose of Percocet inspired me to reveal that I am Superwoman to Joyce. She was not even a little bit surprised. I shared with Dusty that I thought he had gotten taller. He wasn’t surprised either. (It apparently takes a lot to rile that family up.)
God Bless the man to who I am married. He went above and beyond the call of love and servant-hood. In a bizarre twist of fate my er appointed doctor assumed I left the hospital early and I was with out care for two days in the hospital. Greg had to hunt down a doctor to care for me. But before the “New Doctor” could care for me he had to get permission to be my Doctor from, brace yourself, my old doctor that abandoned me! Just in case you ever wondered if this could really happen, it can! I am also pretty sure Greg deserves combat pay for my hospital stay. Aside from the Doctor issue, the nurses turned my care over to him since I didn’t have a doctor anyway, my elderly room-ate had privacy issues. Serious privacy issues! She developed a habit of crawling on top of her bed to remove her diaper before she hurled it across our room. YES! Eight Glorious Days of this! He was so kind to her. God Bless him.