Erin was admitted to the hospital this week. Crack cocaine overdose combined with a raging infection of VD apparently lands you there. But they’re just calling it ‘exhaustion’.
No, I’m kidding.
Maybe.
In any case, she’s living at Fletcher Allen for a while, and so am I by default. After all, my anxiety certainly can’t handle staying at my apartment by myself! At least not for more than the few hours required sleep time! As it is, I had a very realistic dream about Michelle last night, and SWEAR TO GOD I heard a construction guy on a walkie-talkie in my living room yesterday morning.
We’ve been spending our time in the hospital folding paper cranes for a public art display we are planning for early November. I have to wonder when the nurses pop in, though, if they think we are folding them for Erin’s health. Like if we fold 1000, we might miraculously cure her tendency to sell herself on the corner by the OP. Or to do lines in the bathroom before watching the kids at the Y.
No, I’m really kidding.
The nurses are actually pretty awesome. And some are pretty adorable to boot. None are able to hook up our borrowed DVD player, though, and in that capacity, they suck.
And so we are watching episode after episode of EVERY CRAPPY TV SHOW EVER PRODUCED. With short blips of the Sox during commercial breaks, because Erin knows that I can only keep her company so long as I know how my boys are holding up, and I know that watching a baseball playoff game in entirety while already on an IV, might just be the thing that would kill her.
In any case, we are now accepting donations. Of… pretty much anything you want to give us. Whether it be more paper for cranes, or a laptop for Erin, or a sizeable monetary donation to the hospital itself so they can set themselves up with some wireless internet. Mmmm, Internet.
And maybe a flask of scotch while you’re at it? Erin’s got this crazy sci-fi anterior veina-cava tube set up, and we want to do some experimenting.
No, I really am kidding.
Seriously.
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Glad to hear that you aren't going to kill off a friend by making her watch baseball. I might have been tempted to say "Ha! You can't fight it while you're in the hospital, so you're going to learn to like it!" OK, so I wouldn't have, but I'd have thought it.
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