I can't believe that it is Tuesday already. My how time flies when you're having fun.
Here is a pre-op picture for your viewing pleasure. Just so you know, I am not the biggest fan of this current hair do, which I think is a don't. But when you are fourteen and have control over nothing else in your life and you never leave the house anyway, I suppose there is no better time to go through a long hair phase.
Jared is making progress. Monday they gave him 3 pints of blood, because the 1 pint he got on Sunday was not enough. It took 9 hours yesterday for the blood transfusion. But I guess they are still a bit concerned about his blood level and are going to give him one more pint tonight.
Today he actually got out of bed for the first time since Friday. And then they made him walk about 10 feet. He will need to walk a bit further before they will let us go home. The doctor is hopeful that tomorrow, Wednesday will be the day. I am cautiously optimistic. (my new favorite vocab word)
Good news I am taking advantage of my hostage situation by spending the day laying on my girls camp cot, in my pajamas, wearing my snugly, cozy, warm, blue fuzzy BYU slippers, while eating a 3 pound bag of peanut M&M's and watching Jane Austin movies until I passed out in a love/happy ending/sugar induced comma. Now that is making lemonade from lemons. And no one is really telling me that there is anything wrong with that.