So, anyway, today we sat down in the waiting room and he offered me a magazine. I spotted a National Geographic in the pile that he was searching through and asked him to hand me that one. Well, this one:
When he put it in my hands, I looked at the date on said magazine:
Yes, that says July 1982. I picked up a twenty-five year old magazine in a hospital that had only been open thirteen years. This amused me, as well as the few other people in the waiting room.
I only really got to read one article from it before we got to go home, which I was thankful for. He's sort of house sitting for his uncle, so we stayed there last night, meaning neither one of us got a whole lot of sleep before we had to get up for 7am to get ready to be at the hospital for 8:30. That was just for the shot of radioactive somethingorother that they gave him, then we had to wait around until lunch time before he actually had the scan done. In the meantime we went for breakfast, and bummed around the Wal*Mart. By the time we were heading home the two of us were cranky from just being tired (although his opinion on who I should and shouldnt Facestalk got under my skin, because one, it makes him a hypocrite, and two, its liable to cause a fight of a completely different caliber). I came home and tried to nap but failed, and my eating is all screwed up so that isnt helping. I couldnt move in my kitchen, so I couldnt cook supper and the dog was all irritable. I just want to sit down and cry at this point. Maybe sleeping will help.
