Will is playing a game where he is a superhero. He said his particular super power is putting food in the ovens of people who don’t have any.
He said it’s really hard because he had to be fast. “If they don’t like what I put in there, I have to go super quick to change it into something they do like.”
So much is a fog of pain and then pain killers and then pain again and on it went. I can remember little of the hospitals and the ambulance transfer, which is strange to say the least.
My favorite story that has made its way back to me is this: the amount of pain medicine needed to control the pain of the tumors impinging on the nerves of my spine was also enough to slow my breathing. While in the hospital with my friend, Megan, from time to time the pulse oximeter would beep to let them know that the oxygen saturation of my blood was too low and I needed to breathe more deeply. Apparently, every time it would ring out I would grumble, “I’m breathing!” Sweet Megan would brush my hair back and say kindly, “I know, honey, but I need you to take some deep breaths now.” To which I would reply angrily, “I think I know how to breathe!”
Nice to know that one of the first things to go is my manners. Well, you know, and breathing.
In better sleeping news, this adorable sleepover happened while I was out!
Fourth of July parade!
You haven’t seen the Fourth of July until you’ve seen a small town do the Fourth! The parade was over an hour long, the kids got pounds of candy, and you know everyone lined up for miles!
The kids and I love Eric very much but even we can’t look at his name on this float. Turn away, Claudia!