Date: 02-11-2010
I hate being here. I really do. I don't think I've ever had so many tests run before my entire my life, even when I raced the GRX! Guess it can't be helped, though. The doctor said he still doesn't know what's wrong with me, and is talking about some more testing. An MRI or something. I'm not sure.
I still feel exhausted and thirsty all the time but it is going away. I'm able to stay awake longer and not have the lights bother me quite as bad.
I actually had a surprise visitor earlier today, someone I wouldn't have expected to come see me in a million years . . . Kim Jugger. Said he heard that I was in the hospital and wanted to see me. Not sure why, though. We may have parted on somewhat good terms but we didn't start things off on the right foot . . . It was actually kind of nice to see him. And he wasn't gloating over me or anything. He seemed rather . . . sorry to see me. Of course, I probably still look horrid. I've lost a lot of weight. I know that much. Death warmed over.
Anyway, it sounds like they're serving supper . . . not really hungry, though. But they want me to try and eat something. Guess I can give it a try . . .
Speed