No Evening Post

I have no news to share, so it seems there is little to write.  The sleepless nights continue as I struggle with the lung gunk. No news certainly won't improve that situation.

Still focusing on hoping and praying it is just a tiny spot, but had to finally break out the magic mouthwash as, although small, it knows how to hurt. Funny that it hurts even though I don't put anything in my mouth but occasional rinses and attempts at swallowing water.

Marvelous Mia was able to sort out several things this morning.  She got the swelling moving in the right direction again. I can almost lift my head up all the way again. She also banged loose some of the lung gunk. She is going to show Kelly so he can do it, too.

We are calling out the big guns tonight.  I have the complete chemical cocktail working-- Muscinex, Flexeril, Motrin, and Pepcid-- as well as the vaporizor loaded up with inhalents. Please let me get some sleep tonight.
Kelly threatens to call every ten minutes tomorrow, but I don't know how practical that is as it is surgery day. Depending what types of surgeries are on the table tomorrow, we may not hear anything then, either. Sigh. I wonder how many people didn't get results during my 12 hours on the table?

Everything continues to be in a holding pattern until then. No plans, no reservations, no commitments.

Thank you to Reggie and Crystal for the beautiful flowers, to Mary and Seal and Peggy for the heartfelt cards, and to all the rest of you praying, wishing, hoping, and sending positive energy my way.  It is no small thing to be loved so well.

Hopefully some news tomorrow...