Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Well, we won't be getting to the hospital until late again tonight. I hate weekdays - Scott HAS to work, or I'll have to start begging you all to pay my bills, and I already feel like shit about the donations I've already gotten.
Yeah yeah, I know. I'm too proud for my own good, but that's me - I just don't receive well when I'm receiving on my own behalf!
Anyway, luckily it's Friday and I don't have to come home by anyone's bedtime since there's no school or anything tomorrow. And the nurse says he's resting comfortably (isn't that like a cliche or something?) but that he pulled his IV out last night. He's pretty convinced he's going to pull that vent out too if he can just get his hands to it.
She didn't say so, but I'll be he's now in restraints, again.
Um, I don't really have much to say... Just, you know, Happy St. Patrick's Day!