Ah Monday

Why aren't you Wednesday? Time is a funny thing. I want it to last for as long as possible...after Wednesday, until then, I want to be put in a partial coma...thanks oxycondone for getting me part of the way there. Seriously can't believe my doctors have given us a little ledge of hope to stand on, I can see everything around me, but I can't move. I hate waiting and tumors. Waiting and tumors both suck. My family went out to the north shore yesterday and did everything fun there is to do. After they gave me all the details of "the perfect day" I brought them into the living room and showed them how I got to lay both parallel and perpendicular to the T.V.. I did have a good friend visit and some great food delivered by my boss (cooked by him and his wonderful wife....don't worry people, this isn't brown nosing, I'm not eligible for a raise). I'm just totally burnt out on going over the same two scenarios over and over again in my brain. I'm trying to change it up a little and at least change what I'm wearing when I hear the good or bad news. That's fun. For now I'm going with the evening gown and russian whore make up.