I couldn't find any pictures on moms computer of hero's or angels, but I have to tell you, if you ever don't feel well, these are the 3 people to grab up! SO I get home at like around 11pm on Monday night. I step about an inch with each leg. Mike gets me up all the stairs very slowly and carefully. Meanwhile Bridget and Mom are running around the room getting chairs, pillows, towels, throw up bowls, water, you name it. My insulin has run out and squeamish Mike completely changes the entire thing, including putting the needle in and taking it back out. Then I insist on brushing my teeth. Mike holds a bowl for me to spit water into, and I spit all over HIS hand. He made the slightest little sound, that's how I knew I got him, and that made me laugh. He even wiped my face with a washcloth. For the next two days, Bridget and mom have waited on me hand and foot. Mom won't leave my side, and Bridget has been cooking, and serving me delicious meals, in pretty white dishes. Mom gets up when I do, they make me comfortable! They are great!! Well, we're expecting a blizzard tonight, so we are in for a few days I think.
