TGIF? The jury is still out...

So, around 7 or 8 am on Friday morning, I was wheeled up to a room on the fourth floor of Mary Washington Hospital. I remember the nice lady's voice who wheeled me up and her sense of urgency - not one from panic, but just a sense that she had a job to do and she was going to do efficiently and no one was going to stop her. I don't even remember all of the ride - I was that zonked.

daecabhir made sure that I was settled in and then he went home to clean up, take care of the dogs, and get some rest. And laundry he had lots of laundry to do from having a sick girl and a sick dog in the same house.

There is not much of the day that I recall other then being happy when daecabhir came back to the hospital.