My lung is reinflating, but slowly. Hubby wanted to spend the day with me, but he is a principal at a high school, and when the cat's away, the mice DO play...so I sent him on to work, bless his dear heart. (He snuck me in some toast, which I dunked into my morning broth...tasted sooo good...sneaky, I know, but I hope it doesn't hurt me...)
The GI doctor says I get a salad for lunch! *doing the happy-happy-joy-joy* dance. If no problems, she says they may remove the NG tube tomorrow. (I hardly notice it now.)
Man, the solumedrol gives me wierd dreams! I dreamed last night that I was driving down the highway with the sunroof open (something I never do) and a deflated basketball fell into my car! Then Yao Ming (a famous Houston basketball player) waved me to a stop, opened my car door, smiled and said, "Thank you, I lost this." and took the basketball. Strange.
My husband bought me a sleep mask, which really helps in the hospital.
Have a great day, everybody. Bennie Sue, my FAVORITE nurse, is taking care of me all day today. She's cheerful and funny and ever so gentle.