I don't know about all of you, but I am super thirsty. Even though they have me on a 24-hour drip, I am still drinking water like a fish. Sadly, I have yet to sleep with my eyes open. Other than that, and since I know everyone is anxiously awaiting my daily updates, yes, I am still in the hospital. I'd say maybe tomorrow I'll go home, but I have been saying that for the past week. So maybe not tomorrow. Ooh, reverse psychology! I am running out of things with which to amuse myself. I'm leaning towards bringing back Popsicle-stick art. Eh, but then I'd have to deal with the glue, and there's always the problem of what do you do with the inevitable five or six sticks left over. Do you throw them out? Can you perhaps make a small chimney for your little house? Do you use them to flip things at whomever may be sitting across from you? I'm going to go with the latter. I am also going to stop mindlessly blabbing on, as much as it amuses me.
The only other thing is that I have a nasty cold, for real this time. It's fun because when I inhale through my mouth, I can hear/feel the phlegm rattling around in my chest. Mmm, phlegm. My doctors aren't too concerned about it though, and I haven't gotten a fever, so I am not infected with anything either. I guess I just need to wait this out. In the meantime, I'll be yelling at my left nostril. It is blocked, completely. It's actually really annoying and not the least bit amusing. But oh well. That's all for tonight. Tune in next time to find out, "Where in the world is... Caroline San Diego." I'm betting on a hospital bed at the University of Chicago. Keep fingers crossed for a surprise! Pax.