My bed is alive!

Day two in the hospital was a breeze except trying to type while wearing latex gloves. I had the largest bag of Rituxan I have ever seen. The IV took over 8 hours to complete albeit the valves were slowly opened more as the day progressed. No fast feed - no reaction! I ate very well. The food here is like that of a 4 star hotel. I walked around the entire 11th floor and got lost. I took a call from Harry too early this morning. Remember, 10am in Albany is 9am in Houston. This place lets its patients sleep in the morning. I took at call from Lester in the evening- a good time to call. Frankly, any call to me, regardless of the hour is a welcomed call to me. Just couldn't pass-up an opportunity to bust on Harry. The best part of my day was having Leslie here with me. It feels very similar to when we were dating, seeing her walk so confidently and bubbley into the room. Yet, in all of this sense of newness and wonder, she is my rock and strength. I hope you understand my point?

So I was thinking of a theme for this posting and all I could think of was, how after checking in last night, my bed felt as if it were alive. My bed is alive, what is that all about? I know some of the gang back home will have fun with the phase. But, my bed is alive! Every time I move or shift my weight, the thing makes a noise, sounds as if it is breathing- it shifts with me and adds support beneath me where needed. This reminds me of my friends or I should say our friends and family who are there supporting us when things move and shift on us, way down here in Texas. So here is to all of our friends and family out their- THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH for being like my bed. Hey, if you read yesterday's blog then you also know what I am saying and where all of our thanks and praise should go- I am blessed and feel very favored. My bed is alive. Praise the Lord!

Off to the shower and good night,

Stan