Mom was in the hospital with cancer, round one. She's in her room and I'm coming in for visiting hours (at which point I'd camp out there all day until they kicked me out). I walk in and she has the TV on...
Hi Mom, uh, what are you watching (I need to check to ensure she hasn't lost her mind).
You're right ma, I'm sure you're sick of TV and nothing to do.
Hey, please don't tell me I look like this guy? changes the channel
Remember this nut job, Marshall Applewhite and his peeps were going to heaven after cutting their nuts off, killing themselves and hopping on the Hale-Bopp Comet?
No mom, you don't look like that nut job.
Good, I was getting worried. He and his crew of crackpots are ALL that is on TV right now and I was starting to think that I was looking in the mirror.
Minutes later, she has dozed off, I see that her thumb is on the morphine drip button, holding it down.
You know that you can't have the whole bag of morphine - they regulate it and you can only hit it once every 12 minutes.
Uh-huh, but it's so damn good, I was just hoping!
That one's not as hilarious as some others but she was a stitch, even through it all.
On the training front - BEAUTIFUL weekend here. Ran a whopping two, yep, two miles today at a killer pace. Oh well, I wasn't walking, anyway. Ankle is feeling good but is now fat and swollen. ~3500 meters in the pool and got a ride in too and almost puked on my shoes. Did team and individual time trials in class, gave it my all, sucked at both and almost puked at the end. A sign that you've worked hard enough for the day... in my book.