HEARTS ARE WILD

Not much to write about today except thanks to all of my friends and family out there that have called. I'm glad it's raining often --- this area needs it, and I'm not tempted to escape to put the top down. When you ask how I'm doing/feeling, the answer is a combination of bored, impatient, monotonous, and frustrated just waiting. As probably in your life and work, there is a lack of communication. No hint at when surgery will be, no comment on the criteria for that to happen.

After meals and meds I wander away from the room to avoid the shouts and hallucinations of the 86-year old in the room with me. On Speed channel (in the lounge) I see Apolo Ohno the Olympic skater go goo-goo over his pimped-out '60 Cadillac. It has Olympic rings on the dashboard, and a mini skating rink (real ice) in the trunk! Where will they get a mini Zamboni??

I'm on the cardiology floor, so staff have cutsie-fied it with lots of hearts. There are hearts on the doors, on wreaths, on notice boards, and strewn here and there like red confetti at a white wedding. My heart is on my sleeve for you-know-who and we want to make a run for it but it's obvious Everyone Is Watching.