Big day tomorrow. I'm about to go to sleep.
Philip came home earlier, just a few minutes after I finished my swim. He's doing okay. Not all of his tongue is black. There's only, like, a small part on the right side of his tongue. He was rubbing his neck. I thought it was because his jaw hurt from the seizure. He says it's just from the medicines. They taste horrible. And he says that he has to take them for a year.
Anyway, I'm walking really well with the cane. I'm getting more efficient with the foot-cane coordination. Plus I can walk without hunching over.Yay me. I'm getting normal again.
Goodnight.
I love you, Rory. I know you're reading this, Spicy Rock.
