Day Four: Resting and racing
Sorry everyone that this is so late today, but our favorite patient had a very restful day Sunday.
She spent most of her time in the recycliner watching a portable DVD player and knitting.
Last night, she had a couple of fever spikes during the night and she had a hard time getting comfortable enough to sleep.
She had a pretty busy Saturday, coming home and receiving visitors, so maybe that had something to do with it.
Today was much more quiet. In fact, it's very quiet now that her sister left and took her mother with her until Friday. So our favorite patient should get plenty of quality rest and healing this week. She continues to drink plenty of fluids and her appetite is back.
After dinner, Linda M. and Dr. Mike stopped by for a quick visit and brought Andrew C. with them.
On the home front, I'll be handling all the domestic duties this week and working from home.
So the blog will get updated at night, probably between 10 p.m. and midnight.
One last thing, Bego (Maria J) is the trivia winner, although she only got it half right. She is correct 11 years ago our favorite patient was in attendance at the Daytona International Speedway for her first and only NASCAR race . However, it was the Saturday race and not the 500 on Sunday.
On that day, she learned some interesting things like the concession stands don't carry napkins because they blow away and end up blocking the front grills on cars. Also, she learned about this thing called "Happy Hour."
She made a fascinating insight about Happy Hour. Dale Earnhardt roared onto the track, got in line at the pack of the back and then proceeded to pass everyone, all 42 cars, before parking his No. 3 after three or four laps. She turned to me and said, "He's trying to mess with everyone's head, he's sending them a message about tomorrow. I never knew racing had a psychological side to it. He's going to win tomorrow."
Alas, our patient was off by 365 days, as Earnhardt didn't finally win the 500 until the following year. But it left a deep impression on her until this day.
"I was impressed then and still am today," she said. "He made it look so easy, no wonder they called him The Intimidator."
For the record, I, along with my father Ray, were the ones who got to see Jeff Gordon (yuck) win his first 500 and Earnhardt extended his Daytona 500 winless streak to 0-for-19 the following day.Ray's comment with Earnhardt running second and the laps winding: "Well, it looks like you picked the right time to come to the 500. He's waiting for the right time to make his move and win it."
Jeff's lament seconds later as Earnhardt's car goes tumbling down the backstretch: "Got any more predictions Carnack?"
And where was our favorite patient that Sunday? She was at, according to her the happiest place on earth, Disney World.
As for Sunday's 500, our favorite patient got a little excited when her driver, Tony Stewart, took the lead with two laps to go. Yelling at one point: "That's right Tony show'em who's the boss."
However, Smoke only won the Daytona 499 as he got passed on the last lap with about a mile to go. She took the loss in stride and didn't even reach for a pain pill.
Until tomorrow.
Jeff
She spent most of her time in the recycliner watching a portable DVD player and knitting.
Last night, she had a couple of fever spikes during the night and she had a hard time getting comfortable enough to sleep.
She had a pretty busy Saturday, coming home and receiving visitors, so maybe that had something to do with it.
Today was much more quiet. In fact, it's very quiet now that her sister left and took her mother with her until Friday. So our favorite patient should get plenty of quality rest and healing this week. She continues to drink plenty of fluids and her appetite is back.
After dinner, Linda M. and Dr. Mike stopped by for a quick visit and brought Andrew C. with them.
On the home front, I'll be handling all the domestic duties this week and working from home.
So the blog will get updated at night, probably between 10 p.m. and midnight.
One last thing, Bego (Maria J) is the trivia winner, although she only got it half right. She is correct 11 years ago our favorite patient was in attendance at the Daytona International Speedway for her first and only NASCAR race . However, it was the Saturday race and not the 500 on Sunday.
On that day, she learned some interesting things like the concession stands don't carry napkins because they blow away and end up blocking the front grills on cars. Also, she learned about this thing called "Happy Hour."
She made a fascinating insight about Happy Hour. Dale Earnhardt roared onto the track, got in line at the pack of the back and then proceeded to pass everyone, all 42 cars, before parking his No. 3 after three or four laps. She turned to me and said, "He's trying to mess with everyone's head, he's sending them a message about tomorrow. I never knew racing had a psychological side to it. He's going to win tomorrow."
Alas, our patient was off by 365 days, as Earnhardt didn't finally win the 500 until the following year. But it left a deep impression on her until this day.
"I was impressed then and still am today," she said. "He made it look so easy, no wonder they called him The Intimidator."
For the record, I, along with my father Ray, were the ones who got to see Jeff Gordon (yuck) win his first 500 and Earnhardt extended his Daytona 500 winless streak to 0-for-19 the following day.Ray's comment with Earnhardt running second and the laps winding: "Well, it looks like you picked the right time to come to the 500. He's waiting for the right time to make his move and win it."
Jeff's lament seconds later as Earnhardt's car goes tumbling down the backstretch: "Got any more predictions Carnack?"
And where was our favorite patient that Sunday? She was at, according to her the happiest place on earth, Disney World.
As for Sunday's 500, our favorite patient got a little excited when her driver, Tony Stewart, took the lead with two laps to go. Yelling at one point: "That's right Tony show'em who's the boss."
However, Smoke only won the Daytona 499 as he got passed on the last lap with about a mile to go. She took the loss in stride and didn't even reach for a pain pill.
Until tomorrow.
Jeff
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February 18, 2008 at 9:41 PMHi Linda, I'm so happy for the good news, I knew all would be well - how could it not have been, what with all the prayers that were being sent up, I had no doubt!! Anyway I want to wait until things get a bit more quiet for you before I call Jeff to arrange a visit. I saw him at mass yesterday and he looked well, except for maybe a little tired. Keep up the good work of getting better and we will continue to pray for your continued healthy recovery! By the way, I don't know how to post it under my name, but I know you know it's me. Love, Maria Nishio & Company
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