There's not much to write this time. I spent most of the day in bed wiped out. probably a little too much morphine administered last night in the ER. I'm really sad that I have to start antibiotics again. I'm starting to feel like I belong here. Another UTI, another clogged catheter that attached itself to me so they couldn't remove it here. Sigh.
The only bright spots are a new friendship, (waves frantically to Pim.) and the new baby puppy of my sister and brother-in-law's, eight weeks old today. Happy birthday, Zoie! I will post pictures in my gallery. And I finally got to hang out with Nick again after two months. It was good to see him.
Oh, I still have not found a dress for the wedding of my sister where I am not in the wedding party. The wedding is on the 29th.
I'm worried about Max, who is fighting another pneumonia. But he moves soon to a place where they will be able to take better care of him. I'm worried about Roland, whom I haven't heard from or seen online since a short I made it home e-mail almost 2 weeks ago.
That's all for now.