Okay, it's no longer interesting to be stuck in the hospital. Yes, I have a private room. Yes, Ian spends the night every night (which I love). Yes, I even have a great view of a bunch of great trees on the UW campus. But I'm stuck in the hospital. Stuck by my lungs, mostly. Still working on getting them back to normal. But I guess I'm also just as stuck by my weakness—it was a huge accomplishment today to walk twice, around a loop on the floor once, and to the end of a hallway another time—I "showered" again today, sitting on a bench, with an Occupational Therapist who made sure I didn't tire myself waiting just outside the curtain. I am weak. I am incapable of taking care of myself.
And, hoo boy has it gotten old.