What a day. More cleaning and getting the house in order, Ethan's mom is here, and we ate a wonderful dinner with my parents and my close friend Michele (known since high school). What a revelation. It was just the night I needed. I was able to eat up until midnight and boy did this gal *PIG OUT*. Whew! OINK. I carbo-loaded like a mutha! I won't be able to have anything but clear liquids in the morning and go in at 1pm, so I figured I should just binge a bit. Full tummy, warm spirits, vanilla ice cream with sliced bananas and a drizzle of chocolate syrup. Crazy tales from Michele, a photo of a sinister Buick Roadmaster my dad is coveting on eBay...talks with mom about Hubert Humphrey's wife's vegetable soup recipe from an old White House cookbook (NEED that recipe!). So wonderful. I want every night to be like this.
I get to meet another childhood friend (LEAH!) tomorrow morning at Hotcakes for black coffee. I'm such a lucky girl. I got some kick-ass friends. I want to really spend time with you when this is over ladies -- you've been there for me.
Here's the cell phone # Ethan will have: 434-426-9374. He is now my "agent" and will have all access, all the time, to me. I hope he will be sleeping in my hospital room tomorrow evening after the embolization and then again toward the weekend once I'm out of the ICU. Please call or text (you've been warned, Ethan does not text very well) if you want to know anything at all.