Courage and Kindness

Went to work.

At Jim's insistence I went to the college to see about registering for classes. Most classes are waitlisted. I will sign up on the wait list for Digital Imaging. I will definitely be signing up for the one open photo class which is a museaum fieldtrip course that only meets 5 time and only on Saturdays, starting Feb 2 and ending in April. At least it's something.

I could have done all the research from home and saved the trip. I won't say it was entirely wasted because I DID go to the counseling office and got them to fix whatever it was that was keeping me from signing up for Math 520. When I took the assessment tests I tested out of 520, which is pre-algebra, but I want a refresher before I take 410, Elementary Algebra, because math is NOT my strong point. Not that it mattered right now, because all of both of those classes are waitlisted. grrr. Same thing with English 1A. And the yoga class I had actually signed up for but forgot to pay for. I totally forgot to check on The sign language class.

While I was there and logged onto the system I checked my grades for last semester. The Prof never did email us our grades like she said she would. I got A's in both Photo 10 and Photo Lab. So with a grand total of three classes to my name at this point I have a 4.0 GPA.

After the college I grabbed a western bacon cheeseburger and a small rootbeer and ate that while en route to the hospital to visit Jim.

Did I mention the CT scan yesterday? The reults came in today and caused yet another procedure. A biopsy. I have not been able to talk to the Dr. as he comes in the morning while I am at work. Jim says the Dr. says it is "probably benign". Still scares the crap out of me.

As of tonight he's been in there a week. Once again the refrain is "I'll probably be released tomorrow".

Jim's mother arrived while I was there and we talked a bit and watched Jeopardy with him. We walked out together just before 8 so we wouldnt have to walk around the building. They close the lobby doors at 8 and then you have to exit through the ER.

Now I'm home and I managed to scrape up enough quarters to get two more loads of laundry done. STILL leaves a load of towels, a couple of blankets, my sarongs and my pink fluffy robe which is dirty from being worn at glen Ivy.
(I know this list is exactly the sort of trivia you all will share at the water cooler tomorow ;b)

Jim's sister-in-law asked me to take family portraits for her. Sometime after life settles down. Does that actually happen?

Direct from the horse's(err..Husband's) mouth (err...texty fingers) as sent to my phone this afternoon(Tuesday):

Looks like I will be staying one more night. The fluids and breathing treatments are doing the job but I had some really nasty infections. The doc wants to make sure to not release me early only to have me back in again. So it is looking like another day.

There is also an issue with me keeping a proper oxygen saturation level in my blood. They need to see what is going on with that before they release me.

LOVE 2 ALL
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So I worked, and after work I visited Jim, ,then came home and did 4 more loads of laundry, which takes care of all of the clothes and most of the towels. 1 load of towels left, a bunch of bedding, the clothes I wore today, and my sarongs. No hurry for those since I mostly only use them to cool down when it gets too hot to sleep. Also, I'm out of quarters.

I put all clothes away and prepped the kitchen a little bit for massive cleaning. I'm slowly making inroads there.

Bed now.

This is Jim's 3rd night in the hospital.

I spent the A.M. Trying to clean my apt. Bathroom is great now, Bedroom is pretty good, and the living room has been downgraded from major disaster to minor disaster. I haven't touched the kitchen and I really need to. I have NO idea how I'm going to get to it either as I am working tomorrow, and then will visit Jim after work. I also have so much laundry to do it's not even funny. I did two loads this morning and two this evening with a visit to Jim sandwhiched in between. I'm trying to get the place in acceptable shape for when Jim gets to come home. Which is actually not possible. But I'm trying.

At some point I need to figure out how to get a tree that took both Jim and I to carry in and set up. It's only 4 ft but unwieldy.

Jim's family is back in town, which means at least 3 other people keeping him company during the day, thank goodness.

Now I am attemting to lull myself to sleep with the sing along version of Mama Mia.

Miss him being here SO much.

in the dining room, on the ship. I have no idea why I was giving him this look

taken on Superbowl Sunday