Minus Days

Yesterday, an upbeat report, generally.  And then after I post, Ed goes into another terrible hiccup bout.  We were both up for several hours, trying all we could think of to try to slow it down, to little avail.  At one point, I was sitting on the side of the bed, trying acupressure point massage and then just stroking his arms and face, thinking he could go on forever with this pointless activity and I could go on with my pointless activity, and I guess that would be okay since we could both manage it indefinitely.  Triumph of will if nothing else.  And then he fell asleep.

We were awakened at 8:30 am by the GI doc's nurse informing us that the GI doc had neglected to leave her the name of the oncologist we were supposed to get an appointment with.  And the oncologist has been off all week enjoying the Olympics.  So, that is now put off until Monday.  Apparently, they are no longer reachable by phone.  Well, it's scarcely an emergency.

That was followed by Ed awaking without hiccups, to be repeated several times today; each time for a longer interval.  We had both thought that it would be an on/off switch.  Apparently not.  In any case, because of that, today was much more of a normal day for both of us.  He worked on setting up the computer in a different way; I spent a little time working on a new quilt piece.  And we had a dinner that looked much more like a regular kind of dinner with different things on a regular-sized plate. 

Ed said that the past ten days had all been minus days, days he would just as soon not had in his life, but that today he could imagine this day getting up to at least the zero level.  And tomorrow, perhaps plus.  So our spirits are both lightened, and if he now goes to bed and the hiccups come back hysterically, we'll both be disappointed.  Not least because we definitely did not watch a Greta Garbo movie tonight.  So maybe caused by a Danish movie?  A shower before going to bed?  That regular-sized dinner plate?