Fabulous Friday

Friday afternoon and while most of you are pining to get off work we are nowhere near an office just hanging out at the TGH. I think it kind of sounds cool calling it the TGH, kind of like 90210 instead of old people trying to look young while they have tragic events that occur once each week including falling madly in love with your best friends each week (normally a different one) while another friend tries to steal them away. So we're hanging at the TGH. Hope is doing better, talking a bit more now and it's getting harder to pretend I don't understand when she wants me to do something. She is swallowing we think on her own some because she's not vaccuuming nearly as often in her mouth. Her swelling has reduced even more, she's now reduced from Peter Griffin to mid-life Elvis. She had her staples removed from her leg and it's healing well. She's got some really cool scars that will disappear for the most part over time but have been working on stories to tell people. My favorite is that she took on a group of rogue bikers while I cried in the corner because they made fun of my Dora fanny pack. Well Reese wouldn't wear it and I couldn't let it go to waster. Any other ideas out there, we'll take them. She is supposed to get her neck sutures out today and stomach sutures for her tube on Monday so we're progressing well.

We're hoping to get out of here on Monday, so everyone envision Hope walking out of here on Monday while I carry the 7 bags we have accummulated in the room since our arrival. I brought two more in today including her hair dryer and a bag full of lotions that I couldn't believe from our house. I swear we have more lotions in our house then Macy's and that's just in my nightstand (oops, probably shouldn't have given out that much information). A huge thanks goes out to Esther and John (Hope's brother and sister in law, not necessarily in that order) for hanging out while I ran home for some work and laundry yesterday. Please don't tell Hope I know how to do laundry, it's taken me years to convince her otherwise. Do you know how many of her shirts I've had to ruin to get that rep? I also cleaned up the house because it was the first time back since we abruptly ran out on Sunday morning. Once again, Hope thinks I cannot vaccuum or do the dishes so would a grandmother please volunteer to take the credit for this work? I'll take the blame for the beer bottles and porn across the house unless a grandmother wants to take that hit too.

Hope just got back into bed from a successful poop (yes you get all the details from me) which is another good sign. She still has the catheder in but her pee bag is almost full and when she walks with the coat rack of drugs it waves around like our pool when Kurt cannonballs (that's some serious splashing by the way). You may notice I make fun of my brother a lot because it's easy to do, it's all true, and his wife reads the blog instead of him so she enjoys it. Anyway, Hope is really starting to be awake and sober a lot more (can't say the same for me) as I'm ready for a long comatose nap and definitely some desoberization soon (that sounds better to me and much more medical). I'm off to my desoberization group honey, don't wait up (that's Mons Venus with the boys). We'll keep you posted, and remember to please keep commenting as Hope loves to hear what you guys have to say and think although she's not always crazy about what I say. Thanks to you all for helping us through this!