I hear voices

I am just so so excited as I write tonight. I can hardly sit still. Hopefully, as long as everything goes OK, cross your fingers, knock on wood, Jerid's coming home tomorrow! Yay! Yay! Yay! We're both looking forward to it so much. And as if that weren't enough, my favorite little pumpkin butt in the whole world is coming on Saturday! And Grandma Rose and Aunt Vickie too. It's just too much excitement.

So I'll briefly catch you up on the latest scoop. I didn't write last night because I stayed up late cleaning Jerid's suite in the house getting ready for his arrival. And then I was just too pooped. Here's what's been going on:

You didn't miss much on Wednesday. Jerid was still tired and frustrated. Therefore I was tired and frustrated. We had a session with Diana on his medications and when to take them, and which ones to take with meals or without, and the many, many side effects to watch for. Crazy complicated. But I think it'll be easy after a bit. All of Jerid's levels were about the same, which is good.

The only really exciting thing to report from Wednesday is this: We're down to a large lemon! Whoohooo! Now that's progress!

Today was much better. Jerid Started out in a good mood. Even despite the fact that he had to be put under again. He was dreading it. (This makes 4 times he's been under anethesia in 4 weeks.) And that he hadn't eaten since the night before and they didn't take him down to surgery until 3:00.

The surgery went very well though. It was about 2 hours round trip from his room to the O.R. and back. Not too shabby. The doctor told me that she gave him a temporary collagen injection. It will last 3-4 months. It will give him about 80% of his voice back. At the end of that time, if his voice still isn't back, they'll do a more permanent one that lasts a year or some sort of other method.

And when he got back from surgery.... he spoke. And spoke. And kept on speaking. Making fun of everyone and everything. 4 weeks of pent up sarcasm and nastiness that couldn't escape. He was a riot!

Here are some ways you can tell that Jerid has been in the hospital too long:

1. As we were walking the halls the other day, Jerid insisted on watching the monitors. He was positive that he was seeing things on his heart rate. I had to drag him away because I'm pretty sure he would have stood there half the day. That's right folks, there's a new Captain Crazy Pants in town. And he's wearing AC-DC pants.

2. We're getting to know way too many people on a personal level. For instance, this guy that has been there for a while and always waves and says hello while walking gave Jerid a little pat and a "good job buddy" on his way down to surgery. Later, while I was waiting in the room for Jerid to come back, "Mike" came in to get the scoop. He was very impressed with Jerid. And he told me that he was in for a heart transplant. He told me that when he was on the table, and they took his heart out and put the other one in, he was looking down on himself. His dead mother was holding his left hand, his dead grandmother was holding his right, and his dead sister was rubbing his back. They told him to go back. That's all I have to say about that.

3. The man whose twig and berries I saw recently has taken to serious staring whenever we walk by his room. You don't think he had his legs spread on purpose do you?

4. The poor innocent nurses are going to start getting things thrown at them soon. Not a one can please Jerid anymore. Let alone the phlebotomists that take his blood. I think Jerid might just start doing it himself.

The point of all of this is, that everyone who reads this tonight or tomorrow morning needs to get up and do the best chant/dance/prayer they can. Don't be shy. Let your whole household or office hear you! Jerid needs to GET OUT OF THE HOSPITAL!

So anyway, the final update is this: Jerid's levels are great, his swelling is down, he loves his voice, and his appetite is coming back. We're getting there kids.