Connie and the F-list
Sounds like a title for a cheesy webcomic, doesn't it...?
First of all, I'm not quite sure how it happened but I seem to have missed three or four days of my flist. If anything important happened that I should know about, please comment here with a link to your post and I'll go look.
I think it may have had something to do with being distracted by Connie going in to hospital?
And with that rather neat segue, Connie is up and about and moving around. She's a lot happier today too. I think she's noticed that it's not just her being ignored by the nursing staff! Pain is down from yesterday too. She's looking better, and is finally in her own nightie rather than the ultra-humiliating hospital gown that opens down the back, and because it is too small for her shows her backside to everyone the moment she stands up!
She's eating better too, although apparently the hospital kitchen keeps fucking up the menu. The nutritionists come up with a list of options, you tick the ones you want (rather like filling in a lottery ticket), then, like with the lottery, you wait to see if you actually get what you ordered! I'm taking in some cheese nibbles for her!
There is a chance she may be coming home tomorrow, but we have to wait and see.
First of all, I'm not quite sure how it happened but I seem to have missed three or four days of my flist. If anything important happened that I should know about, please comment here with a link to your post and I'll go look.
I think it may have had something to do with being distracted by Connie going in to hospital?
And with that rather neat segue, Connie is up and about and moving around. She's a lot happier today too. I think she's noticed that it's not just her being ignored by the nursing staff! Pain is down from yesterday too. She's looking better, and is finally in her own nightie rather than the ultra-humiliating hospital gown that opens down the back, and because it is too small for her shows her backside to everyone the moment she stands up!
She's eating better too, although apparently the hospital kitchen keeps fucking up the menu. The nutritionists come up with a list of options, you tick the ones you want (rather like filling in a lottery ticket), then, like with the lottery, you wait to see if you actually get what you ordered! I'm taking in some cheese nibbles for her!
There is a chance she may be coming home tomorrow, but we have to wait and see.