Slowly but surely I get better

     Time moved rather slowly.  Days broken up mostly by meals.  Occasional calls from family.  Worse were the ones from my sister.  Why?  Because they'd always start with when was I getting out.  What did the Dr.s have to say.  Rapid fire questions.  I still remember one time her getting upset, yelling at me,  I was trying to catch my breath, she said she wouldn't call ever again and slammed the phone down.  Ugh. 
     Not that I've a temper, but I can be quick.  You often have to with her.  I got my composure and called her back.  Reamed her out slowly and using as many single syllable words as I could.  I believe she got the point.  Said they were coming to see me over the weekend and asked what they could bring me.  Pretty much just said some seltzer bottles.
     I was getting sick of the drink choices in the hospital.  They had your juices, I grabbed a decaf tea with every meal, and either white rock cola or ginger ale, oh and of course water.  Now I am a fan of ginger ale, don't mind it at all.  Once in awhile.  I am however seltzer lover.  No sugar, no crap, just some nice good bubbles.  They didn't have it in the hospital.
     Breakfast was good.  Nice part of the regular room was that I could order at 7 sharp.  Tea, of course my favorite yogurt parfait they make, and tried their various breakfasts.  That was served until 10 I  think.  Lunch and dinner could be ordered up until 7 at night.  Same menu.  Mostly had soft stuff, and glad to say, salmon is very soft.  I mean come on, if you could have salmon twice a day wouldn't you, provided you ate fish.
     Stayed away from the meatloaf until I absolutely had to.  They had many soups, they made there, nothing to write home about.  Or maybe I just plain got sick of them too.  Like I'd previously posted eating was tricky, I really was just sore, but oh so hungry.  At the very least the food was enjoyable.
     Happily the pulmonary Dr. came down to see me, was glad to see her.  I really was worried about her job, but think I just broke down, not ashamed to admit it.  Things were okay, she was just concerned to see how I was.  Last time I saw her.  And no I never asked her about the things that went on in that ICU room either.  Just not as sharp in the hospital I reckon.