We visited P in the hospital, and she looked a lot better than the last time–they have been throwing every anti-viral and anti-bacterial at her, and she needed both.
I did not know that shingles could invite bacteria along the inflammatory path. Not what you want in your brain.
I caught my breath when I saw her half-open her eye for a few seconds; she hasn’t been able to do that for weeks.
We talked about hospital food. “It’s actually pretty good.”
Yeah, we said, Jesse Cool took over the menu just after the last time I got out of here–matter of fact we went to her restaurant for our anniversary dinner a few nights ago. So good. She’s got a Michelin mention these days.
I asked if I could bring her some sour cherry pie next time and she perked right up at that idea. “Yes! Sure!”
I knew her friend from Ukraine passionately loves sour cherries, so I asked her if she would tell them they were welcome to come pick a couple of pounds, a good pie’s worth, and she grinned, picked up her phone and started typing. I told her I’d email the couple, too.
Which I did, and they’re coming over Monday–after the friend has had a day to recover from the vaccinations she just got, because, reasons.
I bet I’m not the only one who brings our friend pie.