Progress

I almost cried today, but it was relief rather than distress.
Michael is better.
His IV is out, because his vein infiltrated again, and the powers-that-be decided that we'll just go with it. He'll take his meds by mouth.
It's rather a shock to see that life continues out in the real world, just as if we haven't been quarentined for most of three weeks. What are all of you thinking, with your normalcy?
I escaped last night for the Romeo and Juliet play that I've been counting down to. Mother was horrified that I would abandon my child to go on a date. That's just the sort of mom I am, apparently.
Romeo and Juliet was performed outside, under the stars. Quite romantic. We sipped white wine, and ate an entire box of crackers. The actor playing Romeo's buddy in the play was so effeminate, that Tim and I could hardly stop laughing. This sword-weilding individual had that lisp that gay men sometimes have. You know what I mean? It was so humorous. Tim was shaking with laughter, and attempting to keep his hilarity under control so as not to distract the other onlookers.
It felt wonderful to laugh.

Tim is making us lasagna for dinner. Anything to fatten that boy up; Michael is still not gaining weight. This is the next hurdle for him. What a problem to have, huh?

I am so tired of this. It's not often these days that people stay in the hospital for such extended periods of time. We're special that way.

I am looking forward to the day that I can blog about amusing stories that do not include worry for my child's life, or irritation with cafeteria food.
Until then.....