October 4, 2006
Gary set a new record: 8 minutes in a wheelie. About half of that time he was zen-like, he claims.
October 5, 2006
Uh-oh. I feel like crap today. Hot and achy all over, headachy, tired. It seemed to start last night. It was a chore to give Gary his bath and go through the routine. All I wanted to do is go to bed. I did lay around most of the day today (well, except for a nap I was spending the time critiquing my fellow writers’ stories in preparation for tomorrow’s meeting). I hope I’m not going to get sick. I started worrying about who was going to give Gary his bath, get his clothes over to him when he’s in bed, and get him out of and back into bed. When Gary realized I wasn’t feeling well, he started worrying that if I went into the hospital he’d be up shit creek. I told him hopefully I wasn’t going to be THAT sick.
He was happy today that he had an idea for some math research problem and got involved in it. He said it didn’t pan out, but it felt good to be doing research anyway.
He did a little reading about the Christopher Reeve Foundation. He said that there is a charity dinner in New York coming up for research in spinal cord injuries. $1000 per plate. He said what would really hold him back from going, however, is that it is black-tie. He said he thought he should complain about them having this requirement, thereby not making it easy for quads and paras to attend. I told him he could wear black sleep pants and a white T-shirt with a tie printed on it.
Gary set a new record: 8 minutes in a wheelie. About half of that time he was zen-like, he claims.
October 5, 2006
Uh-oh. I feel like crap today. Hot and achy all over, headachy, tired. It seemed to start last night. It was a chore to give Gary his bath and go through the routine. All I wanted to do is go to bed. I did lay around most of the day today (well, except for a nap I was spending the time critiquing my fellow writers’ stories in preparation for tomorrow’s meeting). I hope I’m not going to get sick. I started worrying about who was going to give Gary his bath, get his clothes over to him when he’s in bed, and get him out of and back into bed. When Gary realized I wasn’t feeling well, he started worrying that if I went into the hospital he’d be up shit creek. I told him hopefully I wasn’t going to be THAT sick.
He was happy today that he had an idea for some math research problem and got involved in it. He said it didn’t pan out, but it felt good to be doing research anyway.
He did a little reading about the Christopher Reeve Foundation. He said that there is a charity dinner in New York coming up for research in spinal cord injuries. $1000 per plate. He said what would really hold him back from going, however, is that it is black-tie. He said he thought he should complain about them having this requirement, thereby not making it easy for quads and paras to attend. I told him he could wear black sleep pants and a white T-shirt with a tie printed on it.
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