Pedal Another Mile

Bicycling, death, life after death.

A bad morning turned good.

I have never wanted to run away from something so much in my entire life. If I don't see it, it doesn't get to happen. And this is the only time I can't even think about doing such a thing.

Otherwise, nothing to add. Leg is a bit more swollen, line between dream and reality blurrier. No docs have visited today yet. She ate a little breakfast, we had a joke or two. It was good to see her sense of humor still coming through.

I ate a few of the leftover breakfast scraps. I put anything that isn't liquid into my stomach and I feel like it'll come right back up. On the plus side, stress and depression put 40 lbs on me the last year. I have a feeling it'll be off in less than that time.


Since I wrote that ^^^ I paused writing because her great family from Florida came in and Billy Jo wanted to take a walk. We had a miscommunication with the nurse. Apparently she thought we asked to go sit in the general area just outside the wing, and apparently we thought she heard that we are going to go all the way to the giftshop, Starbucks, and walk down the hall of bamboo. Oops.

At any rate, Billy was getting around good and having fun. It's great to see after the past several days. We had some laughs and smiles. It was a good hour. And we weren't arrested for attempted escape :) She's worn out now and back at a 9 on the pain scale, but hey - I have something positive to report.