September 24, 2006: Damn Straight

I called last night to check in with Michael…

“We’re sorry, no one is here right now to take your call.”
(These people never answer the phone, you know this.)
“Please leave a message after the beep.”
(Yeah, well beep this, robot voice…)
BEEP!

“Hi Michael, it’s Deb, just checking in to see how Stacey is doing…”
(somebody picked up the phone)
“Hello.”
It sounded like Stacey.
“Hello?”
“Hello.”
It is Stacey.
“Hello! You’re up!”
“Damn straight.”

So, true to form, Stacey is up and about, kvetching about the annoying drains, but otherwise completely uninterested in her own physical discomfort.  As a matter of fact, there seems to be precious little of that: they offered her big piles of drugs when she left the hospital but she saw no need.  “Believe me,” she said, “I’d’ve taken them if I had needed them, but I just didn’t.” 

So we here at the Stacey Report hope that we can rely on TiVo and Stacey’s inner slug to keep her couch-bound for a bit, but we are highly skeptical.  Still no idea about a timeline for lab reports, but Stacey meets again with TFDC this week so we may know more then. 

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