Bright, Sunshine Day

[See, why do I remember that? I have so few memories from my childhood and one of them has to be that stupid Brady Bunch song?!?!?!?!]

Against medical advice, we've had the window open a bit today to let in some sun and let out some smell. (Yes, cellmate is still here-- her escape was moved back 2 days at least.) The nice sheet-changing nurses came in all pleasant and sweet and gave us crisp, clean sheets. And everybody else has been in a pretty good mood so I decided to just roll with it and give in to the good vibes. So we've got a clean room, clean beds, lots of good drugs, sunshine and breeze, good music...

Short black hairs everywhere!!! The helmet idea both worked and didn't work. The leukoplast was a good way to get out the loosies but I ran out and don't think I can get my hands on any more. Also, each strip needs to be gone over a couple of times for maximum results, so the helmet, which was one layer of tape, wasn't realistic. Oh, well. Back to the bandana am I. I hope my poor hair'll grow back for the 4th time (!!!).

The white cells are gradually crawling up.

Dalaras annoys the hell out of me. Pachemou?*

*I was tempted to try out a little of my Russian on the cleaning lady today. I was waiting for her to sigh over her work or let out a little word of complaint, at which point I was going to quip, "Rabotat yest rabotat." But she was one of the cheerful ones.