Day Seven Fitting/Hospital Saturday

Today Ivy was planning to be there early morning because she had rode home with Ricardo. So I wasn’t in a rush to get there. I finally had time to go get fitted for my wedding suit for Kristens Wedding. Gah I hate dressing up. So I make the drive up to Wilkes. Of course when I drive its my thinking time. Every possibility runs through my head of what the out come is going to be with Moma. I cried a few times. Finally made it up there. That lady wasn’t ready for all this! I stripped down to my drawers and was like have at it ol girl. She handed me some “Super Slim Fit Pants”, who the hell picked that for my big ass? After trying on said super slim fit pants they made it over my thighs but that was it. After that torcher was done I was headed down the mountain to see Moma. Ivy called me and said she had been doing her Spanish lessons with Moma again. I said I swear to God if she wakes up and thinks she only speaks Spanish we are going to fight. I eventually made it there. It was so nice spending time with her and my sister. Even though she didn’t partake in the convo it was our normal picking and messing around and talking smack. Ivy had done her nails and some range of motion on her. All I know to do is to hold her hand and wrist and jerk it around and dance with her. Came shift change time for Ricardo he had planned on talking to the night shift doctor about doing the bronchoscopy. The night shift doc Graham had planned on doing this in hopes we would get a few more answers. Ivy headed out and I stayed for a little longer just talking to her about my day. As I left I told the nurse my sister insisted moma not be turned so she could have the bronch done. Lord my sister had the fear factor instilled in that nurse. He was like oh yea she told me and I wont do it. I was like you best not you dont want to deal with her.

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