Poor BER, he's really been through it. I can't imagine having to watch someone I love do the things I've been doing.

He asked me how I was today and I told him that I feel less foggy. I think I'm thinking more clearly now and I can certainly type better- although only if I go really slow.

This drug the doctor has me on knocks me on my butt. I feel like I have a hangover until sometime in thte afternoon. I ought to be really effective at work next week, eh? Yes- the doc said it's best that I try to keep my mind active, so working is the best think for me. I shudder to think about what I'll be producing.

Anyhoo- he told em that today was the first time he's seen me smile since all of this started, and that made him really happy. Gah- I really love that man.

I've profusedly thanked him over and over again every day (and every hour) fro being so kind and gentle wiht me. He keeps telling me to stop thaking him, and last night said, "put the shoe on the other foot. If it was me going through this, how sould you treat me?"

I told him that i'd drop hom like a hot potato.

That sweet man deserves a medal.

Bless his heart- he's been SO good to me. I guess the pool boy has gotta go. ::snort::