it's heartwrenching to see chris in the hospital. it's day two, and he's staying another night. he'll be okay, but i just want him home with me. we took little walks around the nurse's station today, as is recommended for recovery. he's in so much pain that he walks like an old man, shuffling his feet, slouching over, and clutching tightly to his iv drip with one hand and my arm with the other. every time we took one of these walks, i had to bite my lip to keep from crying. it's the look on his sweet face- a boyish mix of anguish and determination- that made me want nothing but to hug him and hold him as tightly as possible. i love him so much, and i just want him to come home, to be back to normal and no longer in a backless hospital gown with his bare butt hanging out for all the world to adore.