No panicking!

I'm in the hospital. Not where I would have preferred to spend Christmas, but I also am glad to find out what's wrong with me, and that they're fixing it. I have pneumonia, which made my mother freak out when she heard the news about James Brown, but just to remind everyone- I'm not 73. I'm on antibiotics, I had a lot of fluid drained out of my right lung, and there's a mass in my lung that they need to check out, but no one was in the pathology lab yesterday to check out the tissue sample.

I spent all day yesterday watching a marathon of "Top Chef," which is our new favorite show (Brent watched most of it with me), and then in the evening discovered that the hospital has wireless internet, which made me incredibly happy- the best Christmas present I could have asked for, as the internet is my connection to most of my friends. It was like I got all of you, wrapped up in a shiny silver package!

Today, along with more IV antibiotics, and playing on the internet, I'm planning to take a shower.