I'm awake, in only minor pain, still queasy. Massive infection, thus with the hallucination and pain. Am on a different antibiotic to deal with it, have a bit of vicodin (and I DO mean a BIT), and no, still no air conditioner. Becca and Ryan went hunting but apparently every place in town is sold out.

Right now I'm waiting for the two of them to get out of the shower - we're going to see about watching The Italian Job (Seth Green, guns, explosions, one of the guys from Snatch, etc etc etc). I've just taken a vicodin, an anti-seizure medication for which I am VERY grateful and VERY glad I can get it down, and am about to go put on pants, grab a second vicodin and an antibiotic, go snag a bit of the leftover chinese food, and knock on the bathroom door to see if they'll be done any time soon.

I'm not sure when I will be home or if I will be able to talk... this morning I had no voice whatsoever and was hawcking up some pretty heavy goop with even more blood in it but it's finally calming down. Overly-Spiced, overly-peppered, incredibly delicious General Tso's Chicken and Orange Chicken will do that to ya.

Anyway.

Yes, I will be writing more later, most likely as soon as I'm home, able to communicate, and so on. Yes, I'm still surprisingly tired.