I don't know how maaseru persuaded me to let her take my ghastly picture in this ghastly hospital bed in this ghastly hospital gown, but at least it will prove that I am too enfeebled to have any judgement at all.
They say I can go home tomorrow. We hope it's true. Whatever happens, I won't step on my right foot for six weeks at least. Maaboroshi brought me a Buffy book and a magazine with pictures of Torchwood. I am happy.
Also happy to be reading "Dreams of the Day" by Mary Dixon Russell - after a fashion. The fashion is, I read a few pages, sleep a few hours, read a few pages, sleep a few more hours....
So maaseru and maaboroshi are visiting by my hospital bed and we are, for some unexplainable reason, discussing John Barrowman's bits.
Now they are playing with the bed control mechanisms and I will probably shoot out the window like a slingshot.
Note from maaseru: I think she looks very nice and not ghastly at all. She did not get shot out the window. Good night to all.