I have the crazies and we are just entering into our second 24hours here.

Friends, husbands and sons have come and gone.

They all know.

They can vouch for the craziness.

There is only so much you can do when you are in isolation from the rest of the world and you are stuck in the smallest room imaginable, with a cranky dripped girl who just wants to lie around in hospital misery.

I think my linen closet is bigger.

No, I’m joking.

This room is bigger but only by a little bit.

Anyway, things to do:

*Make clippies, dozens of the little suckers. Anyone want some handmade felt clippies because Ivy can only put so many in her hair.

*Watch endless Barbie DVDs. Lord someone save me.

*Eat. Bad, very bad, especially when you are sitting for much of the day.  I can feel the spread already.

*Twitter. Facebook. Email. All bringing out guilt feelings like “I should be watching Barbie Christmas Carol with Ivy”.

*Blog. Yeah, we can all see how that’s going.

Ivy wants nothing from me, except the occasional punnet of strawberries or to put another DVD on for her, so much of my day is left for me to wonder if anyone is doing the washing at home and for climbing the walls here in little old room 23.

I know I have asked you all before to save my sanity but really, if you could just tell me about your day, anything, really. Something good, or bad, it doesn’t really matter.

If I’m reading then at least I’m not thinking about the fifty gazillionth infection control person to come in and tell me about this rotten little bug.