Siege continues: Day two
Day two was suspiciously like Day one! Lots of surfing, lots of reading, a little TV. I showered and got dressed around 2 p.m. and really did not have much of an appetite.
My friend, Leah, came over in the evening and brought Sushi and then Josh went and got us all a little Cold Stone Creamery. Just what the bedrest lady needs -- ice cream. My ass should be nice and wide four months from now.
But I am feeling a little better in terms of my cold. I have gone from "Please kill me now" on Saturday to "Death would be preferable" on Sunday to "Please God let this absurd hacking cough subside" today.
So, you know, progress.
The scary watery spotting episodes subsided to one today, down from the three yesterday, so that's also nice.
I also had my first feeling of helplessness today. Josh had brought my lunch upstairs before he went out to run an errand. I had some pizza and a salad. Soon after he left, I went to grab the salad and, although it had a cover on it, it fell on the floor. I was able to pick it up, but unfortunately, my fork was MIA.
I tried to send out a search party for it to no avail. I could not see my sad little lost fork. I also could not look for it myself because it was trapped between the bed and the little desk Josh had put next to the bed. The desk was too heavy to move, so I was stuck.
When Josh got home, he asked why I did not just eat the salad WITH MY HANDS. I told him he was ridiculous. There was some discussion about the eating of salads with one's hands, which got us no where.
Let me just go on the record: croutons, spinach, lettuce and dressing belongs on a fork, not on my fingers. I stand firm on that.