Really- who can sleep in a hospital?
So, I'm thinking...maybe I should make a new label for my posts. Classify them as "depressing" or "non-depressing!" I feel like most of them must come off like such a bummer. At least if I labeled them you all could be forewarned. Then again, I'm guessing most people don't come to read a blog about cancer expecting flowers and sunbeams. But you'd be surprised how much joy I've found though! Don't worry- I'll be sharing plenty about that in upcoming posts.
Last night in the ER I just kept thinking what a sad world we live in. But, tonight, 24 hours later, and feeling muuuch better, I'm lying in bed watching Comedy Central on my IPod and cracking up. I'm laughing outloud in the middle of the night over the silliest jokes. Terry is sound asleep on his couch/bed. I miss my boys like crazy. And I can't sleep. But, oh, this Brian Regan is funny! Nothing seems too serious tonight. Terry doesn't know it but I think I'm gonna ask him to go get the kids and bring them to the hospital first thing in the morning. I've been lying here daydreaming of their cute faces. I'm feeling so much stronger. Tomorrow I will play with my boys!
Doctor, doctor, can I go home??