So I have this one neighbor here, a Slavic gentleman, who is quite loud. His voice carries pretty well; he booms pretty well. I'm not sure why he's here, but he's convinced he shouldn't be. I hear him several times a day, telling nearly every nurse he comes across, that "I'm feeling much better today. I think I go home soon." The nurses are very patient with him. But he's still here.
Right up the hall is a dude who likes to sing. Or yodel. Or perhaps just moan.
Today I looked out of my window onto the sidewalk below and saw a woman dressed in a hospital gown, visible IV port on her hand. She was lighting up a cigarette. Now, I don't have any clue why she's here, but I can guarantee smoking isn't going to help. I really wanted to jack open my window and yell down at her, "Hey COW! Put that ciggy out or I'll vomit my leukemia all over your bleachy-blonde, white trash head!" Because she seemed like exactly the kind of moron who thinks cancer is contagious.
Oh and I got word from the bone marrow transplant that they've found eight potential matches for me. Hey ho. Now, we wait while these kind folks are tracked down for more testing and, hopefully one (or more) will be the right one for this girlie.
Finally, as we head into the weekend, more playing with mommy's webcam.
Little A and Mommy
Yeah, it's our "Oh" faces.
And our monster faces.
Mommy wins this one. I look like freakin' thing that jumped out of John Hurt's chest. Sharbity shar, folks.