WOP BOB A-lOO WHOP A WHOP BAM -BOO-!
I'M FREE-EEEE! I'M FREE-EEE!
The hospital was... not that bad actually. Nobody visited much because of busy-ness, and the little old lady who shared my room was a kick-ass poker-player. I don't like people visiting me in the hospital. Makes me feel like I'm gonna die. 'Specially when they're all frustrated that I can't talk. Hullooo! NOT MY FAULT, GUISE. Anyway. Ruth (little-old-poker-player) was my interpreter. She could understand my grunts and hand movements better than my family, which might say something. Like I should play hold-em with Mom, maybe. But she's not much of a card player.
Lol. Ruth and I played black jack and texas hold 'em and five card draw for tongue depressors and whatever else I could steal from the cupboards of the room next door.
One of the orderlies caught us with big ole piles of individually wrapped moist towelettes and a bunch of purple, grape-scented rubber gloves. He just shook his head and took Ruth's oxygen. I think she had a lung thing.
IN OTHER BUT STILL SORT OF THE SAME NEWS
I no longer have a throat/tonsil/gum (also, ear. gaaahuhh) infection thing. Just the leftovers. Which is lots of sores and mouth scars (WEIRD) and raw pallety-type stuff. It's not pretty. I have, however, stopped losing weight at a rate of two pounds a day 'cause I have these nasty (but not really that bad but they still hurt to drink) nutrition shakes they make me snorfle stupidly and badly through a straw. Dammit. I shall remain my same old not-quite-as-fat-but-still-damn-hefty self.
Also, I don't get dizzy when I sit up any more. And if I walk fast enough I don't veer into walls except for at the ends of my short journeys. Ha. My shoulders are all sore.
Anyway.
I'm back home! Mostly... I miss Ruth.
Um...
SO WHAT'S GOIN' ON WITH YOU GUYS, HUH?
The hospital was... not that bad actually. Nobody visited much because of busy-ness, and the little old lady who shared my room was a kick-ass poker-player. I don't like people visiting me in the hospital. Makes me feel like I'm gonna die. 'Specially when they're all frustrated that I can't talk. Hullooo! NOT MY FAULT, GUISE. Anyway. Ruth (little-old-poker-player) was my interpreter. She could understand my grunts and hand movements better than my family, which might say something. Like I should play hold-em with Mom, maybe. But she's not much of a card player.
Lol. Ruth and I played black jack and texas hold 'em and five card draw for tongue depressors and whatever else I could steal from the cupboards of the room next door.
One of the orderlies caught us with big ole piles of individually wrapped moist towelettes and a bunch of purple, grape-scented rubber gloves. He just shook his head and took Ruth's oxygen. I think she had a lung thing.
IN OTHER BUT STILL SORT OF THE SAME NEWS
I no longer have a throat/tonsil/gum (also, ear. gaaahuhh) infection thing. Just the leftovers. Which is lots of sores and mouth scars (WEIRD) and raw pallety-type stuff. It's not pretty. I have, however, stopped losing weight at a rate of two pounds a day 'cause I have these nasty (but not really that bad but they still hurt to drink) nutrition shakes they make me snorfle stupidly and badly through a straw. Dammit. I shall remain my same old not-quite-as-fat-but-still-damn-hefty self.
Also, I don't get dizzy when I sit up any more. And if I walk fast enough I don't veer into walls except for at the ends of my short journeys. Ha. My shoulders are all sore.
Anyway.
I'm back home! Mostly... I miss Ruth.
Um...
SO WHAT'S GOIN' ON WITH YOU GUYS, HUH?