He's Baaa ack.
Almost 10pm. Gary has never looked more exhausted, or smelled more antiseptic. You know how I am about odors. Oh well.

His neck is all wrapped up in a bloodied gauze collar, and he's white as a sheet. They've changed his antibiotic to clindamycin (from augmentin,) and he has to go back tomorrow for more. The cure seems to be worse than the symptoms! He administered his insulin injection, waiting the requisite time period and fed. I'm just exhausted myself, but will not rest until the last frame of the Sarah Silverman Project is over. I need some brilliant humor tonight.