In a nod to our masochistic side, Patty and I are sitting through the Bears game. At this point, Rex Grossman has completed as many passes to the Vikings as he has to his own players. Fortunately, the Bears just scored a touchdown on a punt return, so hopefully the rest of the team will be able to compensate for Grossman's absolute and continuous collapse. If the Bears and White Sox ever decide to ask my opinion about how to improve, I'll be sure to share my thoughts, but so far the phone remains silent. C'est la vie.
Patty is feeling pretty miserable today. She is nauseous and is struggling with a stomach ache. I thought that perhaps Rex Grossman was the reason, but she thinks it may be something else. I suspect that some of her ambitions related to holiday decorating may have waned somewhat.
Tomorrow, we have a regular appointment with Dr. Costanzo. We're hoping she's been able to connect with the docs at UCH, so that Patty can have an idea of what to expect in the near future. Of course, we relish the break she's been getting from some of these drugs, and would really like a holiday that isn't fraught with nausea. However, our frustration increases by leaps and bounds whenever we feel that doctors are making decisions without seeking our opinion. When we get answers, we'll be sure to share them with you.
Back to the Bears ...