So I managed to find a nurse willing to talk to me (oh, and how adorable she was, by the way... I know there's that typical story of a patient falling in love with his/her nurse because she's cared for you, but what about falling in love with one's friend's nurse? I tried hard not to be too overtly smitten) and she told me that N's condition could be less horrendous than I was thinking after what I've seen. Not only could, but likely is according to Nurse Hottie. The problem, she said, other that it will take considerable work and time to recover from, is that N is not accepting the diagnoses and working with it. She sort of said it was up to N to make a choice and find her way. It made me feel much better although I do understand that the obstacle is a very difficult one at this point. But I still feel better.

Way better than I felt after my morning swim was preempted by a bunch of rednecks (literally) playing football, drinking beer, and listening to country music in the pool this morning. Too small for the seven of us! And way better than after the rough afternoon N had. She was really upset about me leaving, but seemed okay and accepting by the evening.

Now I just have to get myself home. Damn, I'm gonna be suffering tomorrow... as are my students. Sigh.