Thursday morning

I like to title the post based on the day.  Otherwise, I'd have no idea what day it is.  It's hospital time.  The other day, Rose was eating a meal and she thought it was her dinner.  It was 1pm, hospital time. It's like being in the lingering 11pm sunlight in the Nordic country summers. Weird.

Anyway, Rose is hanging in there. The magic of percocet, industrial strength anti-fungal meds and lots of good doctoring.  They keep saying they are keeping her another two weeks, but it's hard to imagine they will.  But my hunches have proven spectacularly wrong throughout this whole adventure.

She seems to be feeling pretty good, her sister Gini has come for a couple of days, my sister Lou Ann is on the way to spell me next week, so we are making some progress.