Two to Go

If I didn't feel so lousy, I'd feel good. I can almost peer into the Emerald City, it's that close. Today, as you can tell was not an easy one. I am having more trouble putting the stent into my mouth as I have deep sores on the right side of my tongue. The Techs are great and their patience is almost unwarranted. They all seem to know what to say and when not to say anything. I didn't think something like this was learnable. Tomorrow is the penultimate day and if I can get past that one, I'm practically home free.

Nurse R has been honing her driving skills (probably reviewing in her mind the story she would tell the cop for pulling her over) I'm just grateful for the ride. Today our regular exit from the freeway was closed; had mrs. Foyt been paying attention she would have taken the earlier exit and avoided the dreaded highway 288 which is really a pretty straight shot to the Medical Center. However, to hear Nurse R one whould have thought the route was designed by Satan working in conjunction with the Houston Highway Department. In any event, after all the ranting we were there in 20 minutes.

The afternoon treatment was a fast one and soon we were on our way home. Nothing untoward happened and it was a relatively safe drive.

Feeding timing has been thrown way off and it looks like once again I will only get in two feedings. I will try to ingest an Ensure but make no promises. Now, I'm really tired and may take a shower and go to bed. We'll see how that flies.