TCBIM just called me from SC. He claims that it's freezing down there - it's 50. So, y'know, shut UP, bastid. 'cause up here? Ice. Snow. Then more ice and now, freezing rain. I can't get out of my driveway and even if I could, they haven't plowed the road yet, so I'm stuck. Fun.
In addition to puking up blood (still), he now has a numb right leg. He says it feels like it's asleep. Great. I made him call the doctor. I'm starting to get really concerned.
No Valentine's Day stuff for us this year. He's out of town and I'm too tired. I bought him a card, which I'll give him tomorrow when he gets home. I may try to do a nice dinner for Friday night, since he's not getting in until later tomorrow. I might even attempt to bake something. Maybe cheesecake. Chocolate swirl cheesecake. Mmmmm. But we'll see how adventurous I feel. Right now, not at all.
Boo's bg was 90 this morning, so it looks like that was just a blip. She thinks it's hysterical to check her blood sugar. She was walking around earlier, saying "I tek my shuggah." She laughs when I stick her. I'm going to keep an eye on her because I do worry about it. More than is probably healthy, in fact.
I really wish TCBIM had skipped this conference. I'm worried about him. A lot.