“What’s that?”
“I think those are peaches.”
He tastes them, “No those are canned peaches.”

My mistake. Just met with doctor. If his levels are good enough surgery will be tomorrow, and it’s a doctor we know. Here’s hoping his blood work cooporates.

This is the view out grandpa’s hospital room (if you lean over and to the right). It’s early (for me) but yesterday telling them we wanted to be called before doctors did rounds didn’t work so I’m trying the wait it out meathod. Grandpa and his roommate are sleeping so I’m going to knit. Thanks so much for all the well wishes. I feel selfish when I think about how much more I would like to be sitting on the couch watching TV. I have a strong suspition though that if it were me in here I wouldn’t be alone either.

P.S. iPhone blogging = no spell check

It’s 4:43. I have an appointment in 3.5 hours. I want to sleep so bad I can taste it. Finally moving to a room.