It's funny, I've read blogs of those with loved ones in the hospital and always wondered how they could find the time to blog. Now I understand - you make time to do it. You gotta clear out some of the stress.
The giving in part - I called my mom at 10:30 pm and asked her to come. More than anything, I need a big, big hug. It's been about a week since I've hugged anyone. And I want to lay my head in her lap and have her comb through my hair and stroke my eyebrows. That sounds way more relaxing than any massage.
Most of the time, I feel numb or panicked or tired.
J's parents come Sunday. I'm not thrilled by the prospect, but it's what he wants and they've agreed to stay in a hotel. I love them. They're good peeps. But right now, I just don't need to add their worry to J's hospital room. Does that make sense? But, I'll have my mom, and that should help.
Okay, am I totally horrible that I want to sneak away and buy these sandals from Payless? New shoes would help all of us, right?