Big E went in for his 2nd chest x-ray yesterday, chauffeured by my Good Girlfriend. Hey, he still has pneumonia, but the spot has reduced in size from a tennis ball to a half dollar! So he is getting better, but slowly. Big E continued his Big Day Out by stopping off at work (they are scared of him) and pausing at our lovely grocery store. He wanted to buy me some flowers (he's a good boy!). After talking to the florist about what he wanted, he was greeted at the register by, "What are you doing out of bed?! You're sick!" A mom from school is a manager at the store, needless to say she was in the Know. Big E said, "I want (wheeze) to get flowers (wheeze) for h. It is (wheeze) her birthday." For his utter sweetness, he was rewarded with 20 percent off. So he heads to the florist with his receipt. The gal there is still wrapping the flowers, so Big E starts to tell her his story of woe. She grabs adds a second double handful of flowers to Big E's bouquet. The man could barely carry the flowers in his weakened state! I had to divide the bouquet in two because I couldn't possibly fit them all in one vase. Then he huffed, puffed, and wheezed for about an hour in bed while his body scolded him for going out.
He is cleared from work for another week. He goes in for chest x-ray #3 on next Friday.