Here is some drunk boy I don't know dancing.
Oh, kids. I can't even begin to tell you how nice it was to see the guy smiling and laughing and sitting up and even standing today. It felt like it had been forever since all of our conversations haven't centered around bodily functions, pain control or what he needed help with, and I appreciated the hell out of it.
I called him over my lunch break and he sounded a million times better. He said they got him up and walking and he could sit up and he felt a ton better.
After work, I rode my bike to the hospital and he was having his first "meal" since the surgery. He said it was the best veggie broth and lemonade he'd ever tasted. The guy's mom and our friend Pat were there and a few minutes later, the guy's aunt, uncle and cousin showed up. It's been great being able to meet so many of his family members...Even if it is for such a stressful reason.
I think you'll all appreciate this: Another great tale that highlights just exactly HOW socially challenged I am. When I introduced myself to the guy's uncle, he stuck out his cheek and for some reason, I thought he wanted me to kiss it. So, I did and that's when I finally realized he was really just hard of hearing and he was trying to catch my name. Derrrr. Sometimes it's hard to be me. Hey, nothing like making an impression, right?