This is Marsha's husband, David, posting per her request to provide an update on how she's doing. The last few days have been extremely difficult for Marsha, and she's currently cooped up in a circa-1982 hospital room with no access to the interwebs and a single button, advance through all 17 or so channels one maddening button-press at a time, not-really remote control. She's doing somewhat decently health-wise now, but unfortunatly she's going to be stuck in the hospital the next couple days. It turns out that this was not merely some killer pimple seeking revenge for all the Proactive exfoliating, but an honest-to-goodness, last damn chemo treatment and she's done case of shingles. Shingles! Can't my poor baby get a freakin' break here?
So she's hooked up to an IV 24 hours a day getting alternate doses of fluids, anti-viral meds, and anti-biotics and will probably be staying in the hospital till Monday at least. We have to be real careful with this shingle because it's located on her cheek close to her eye and brain. So the doctors want her around so they can monitor the swelling is going down and her blood counts are going up. The good news is that she is at least feeling somewhat better. The fluids have especially helped as she was really sick and dehydrated the last few days. The not so good news is that she's feeling pretty down with all of the complications from her last chemo, and is extremely unhappy being stuck in the hospital all weekend. She was really looking forward to auditioning for a show on Saturday and going to go see 'Hairspray' in Waco on Monday, and now it looks like those things aren't going to happen. Not to mention the considerable discomfort and pain she has had to endure the last 4 months only to have this latest painful situation thrust upon her. So if you want to send her some nice words of encouragement or a short message I invite you to please add a comment. See, although her hospital room has yet to enter the 21st century when it comes to patient comfort, the nurse station in her room seems to be able to access gmail. So when the nurse forgets to secure it, as has already occured once, some measure of stealthy email checking is bound to occur...
Course we discovered they block Blogger, which is why I'm temporarily here. Sothereyago.
So that's about it. Marsha is hanging in there but mighty damn tired. She's been sick, unhappy, upset, angry, disappointed, stuck with needles by incompetants, and subjected to countless indignities, and that's just the last two days.
You're still my beautiful sweetie to me, baby, and I love you so much. I can't wait for you to come home.