Since I fell down on the job of keeping this up to date, I'm going to digress and post some on the more poignant pictures of the past two days. As Aimee said, time really has no meaning this week, minutes merge with hours, events of a day are blurred with those of other days. We're living in the moment of getting to the next point in time when the next dose of antibiotic is due, when the next pain med can be given, when the litany of necessary care must be attended to. Be that as it may, may I present Aimee in her finest moment !!! Here are some pics from the past two day.
"I've got a lot to say, really."
Ok, someone talk to the nutritionist. Since when do orders for "Liquid Only" mean oatmeal that could be used as mortar, chunks of Jello that even Bill Cosby would go "ewwwwwwww", or thick yogurt that wouldn't go down a drain. Christ people, her jaw is wired shut! I'll bet a dollar they feed diabetics blocks of sugar.
"I forget, is the left one my fork or is the right one the knife?" Either way, Aim doesn't need a plate. Food in a tube is the wave of the future. You lead the way, Aim!
Ahhhhhh, Breeze. Refreshing sounding beverage, isn't it? Why not just name it for what it is, "Crap in a Box".
Now she's just showing off. First patient they've had who used utensils while still in the hospital.
Day 2 told the entire story. Aim's riding a wave. From feeling ok to feeling great to feeling like a Mack truck ran over her. The downsides outnumbered the good.
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