Day 9
Whatever it was that caused John's fever moved on and with it that concern. Although he has plenty to complain about, he seems to sense that he has seen worse before and is taking it well enough to talk about when he may be able to eat again and such. During the Wednesday night/Thursday morning hours, what little of nothing he had in his stomach reversed course, which was unpleasant to his raw throat and mouth. There are many much more sick than John here. Still, he gets attention and encouragement.
I cut what is left of John's hair today, but the touch of the scissors caused more to fall out than it cut. His head has the look of a mangey dog. Talk about a bad hair day. The one thing you would think the best cancer hospital floor in the world would have is an electric razor, but they are out. Maybe tomorrow.
Today was the day this holiday week for new comics to come out. I was the person entrusted this task, which is an honor and great responsibility. On the other hand, when John decided to walk the halls for his required exercise, I became his spitoon carrier - nothing like what I figured being a father would lead to at this point 22 years down the road. One can never quite fill the place in the soul where humility belongs.
I cut what is left of John's hair today, but the touch of the scissors caused more to fall out than it cut. His head has the look of a mangey dog. Talk about a bad hair day. The one thing you would think the best cancer hospital floor in the world would have is an electric razor, but they are out. Maybe tomorrow.
Today was the day this holiday week for new comics to come out. I was the person entrusted this task, which is an honor and great responsibility. On the other hand, when John decided to walk the halls for his required exercise, I became his spitoon carrier - nothing like what I figured being a father would lead to at this point 22 years down the road. One can never quite fill the place in the soul where humility belongs.
