The Joys of Delivery

Staying indoors all day seems very unnatural. I'm starting to feel like a crazy cat lady or something. The more visitors I have the more normal it feels (hint, hint) but there is this strange time in the evening in between checks of my vitals when I don't even see a nurse for like 3 hours and I start to have a real hamster-in-cage feeling. Ordering meals is very exciting, kind of like how it used to feel to order dresses from catalogs on Lopez Island. Maybe it's because I grew up there that I have a special appreciation for anything delivered. Especially food. Because food delivery on Lopez Island does not exist. Right before we left Medford an amazing discovery was made--Natalee Thai--a delicious Thai food restaurant that delivers! Although I've lived in multiple big cities I still find myself with moments of small town ignorance--"but I thought Pizza was the only thing that got delivered!" Oh no...I was thinking that what might make delivery so fun is that it is "supernatural". It's so unlike anything our ancestors experienced gathering nuts and berries in the forest and hunting and fishing. The idea of just thinking about what you want and having it brought to you at your own home is magical and superhuman. No wonder we are impressed by it. If anyone ever wants to dine on the OHSU room service menu I'll tell you exactly what's good and what's not (at least for the vegetarian fair). And I'll tell you how precise you need to be in ordering (they will not assume any condiments unless you specify).
I was watching a program called "Heavy" last night on television. It's similar to The Biggest Loser except it's not a competition. And I was having scary thoughts that I may have to be on that show when I get out of here...due to this medically enforced lethargy. The funny thing is I was doing so good with weight gain on this pregnancy, just gaining steadily but nothing outrageous. I thought for sure this time I'll be in the "+25 club"! Not the "doctor telling me to lay off the ice cream club". Then bed-rest happened, and I have absolutely no idea what's happening with the weight (they have not weighed me since I've been here...), but it can't be good. Don't get me wrong, that is such a minor detail compared to the more important things. But the point is don't take for granted your ability to walk, and your lack of room service! Doctors are forcing me to sit on my ass right and when I get out of here I'm going to have to make up for it! So don't just walk, run! And make your own food! On a limited budget! And be thankful!