I usually enjoy showers but after not having one for ten days, the wonderfullness of a shower magnifies itself. So now, I feel squeaky clean and ready to take on this trip. Still sad about Fiona but that won't stop easily. I don't have a doctor's appointment until the Monday we get back from Arizona, but because the longer we wait to get the staples out of my leg, the harder and more painful it'll be to get them out, I’m thinking of making an appointment with the doctor who delivered me to see if he can do it. I figure, hell, I HAVE to trust him. If it weren't for him and a bit of conception put in the mix, I wouldn't be here. I'll write more soon.