Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Lost and Found
First thing's first. THANK YOU. For the cards and the emails and the Facebook messages. For basically exhausting that Amazon wish-list that Jonathan set up. There were quite a few anonymous gifts too-- including an expensive massage device!-- for which I cannot extend my gratitude to the giver directly. Please take this general thank you message to be directed at all of you who make mail-time the best time of the day. I am humbled and, not to mention, so excited to read all these books, listen to all the music, and massage my neuropathy-ridden feet throughout this convalescing period.
Day +29 Post-Transplant. Physically, not too much to report: eating is good, digestion is finicky, skin is itchy and rashy, body is tired. Working hard to drink the recommended 3 liters of fluid per day, but failing daily (trying to flush the kidneys to prevent them from getting these bloody sores). Also failing frequently at getting out and taking walks, mostly because I detest wearing my mask. Enjoying a few visitors. Taking lots of medications.
But mostly, what I'm doing, between all of this other stuff, is.... watching Lost. I'm not really sure what's going on with the fires in the Santa Cruz mountains, but I sure know about the fire that Walt set to the first raft because he didn't want to leave the island. I have one ear open to campaign trail (btw, Jaci got to shake the man's hand in San Juan, Puerto Rico, last weekend; she reported that although the day was stifling and he'd just given a riveting speech, his handshake was cool and soft), but my other ear is firmly planted on the little clues that Ben gives away about where his people came from and why they prefer to live in the barracks on the island. My heart goes out to the victims of all the calamities in China and Myanmar, but a piece of my heart is reserved solely for the sexy Sayid, the ex-Iraqi communications agent who is smart, strong, and always knows how to find the truth. Why he fell for the spoiled Shannon, I'll never understand.
Ahem. Sorry about that. My life is pretty simple right now- lots of Lost. I'm jamming through Season 3 right now and am a little nervous for what I'm going to do with this addiction when I reach the show's current place in Season 4. I get the shakes just thinking about it.
posted by Erica at 2:25 PM