Riding the Froggy Express

Honestly, folks, I do not like roller-coasters. I can tolerate, with much taking of my self by the scruff of the neck and just holding on, the mildest one they have out at Six Flags (the Mine Train, isn't it?).

Yesterday afternoon, the nurse taking care of my poor Frog called and said his breathing was just too full of nasty noises and effort, so they put him back under and on the respirator again. When I saw Lung Doc at 6, he said they'd try again Monday. LD really does try to minimize the trauma to his patients. He mentioned that some recent findings may put chemo on the table for future treatment options, and then admitted we might not be very interested in doing anything more, after all this. I agreed that I wanted to just take my man home and hide (which got a giggle from a near-by nurse who overheard it).

I told Don I was gonna take him home and beat him up for all of the fun he's been giving us. *laugh* He was actually looking at me when I said that, with both eyes half open. However, his nurse had just given him more sedative, so that was the end of the discussion from his side.

*headdesk**headdesk**headdesk**headdesk**headdesk* Auuuuuuuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!