March 31, 10:00 pm

Today Stew was visited by his friends Tim and Jake. Tim was telling Stew about the awesome pizza he and Jake had tried over the weekend, and how delicious it was, and how they highly recommended it, when Stew stopped him. "Y'know, I haven't had any food at all for over a week," Stew said, "and you're talking about pizza!" Tim apologized and then said, "Here, have some ice chips."

Yay. Ice chips. Boys. Fortunately Stew's still not in any sort of condition to make Tim regret tormenting him like that, but in the end it doesn't really matter, does it? It doesn't matter because every day Stew is getting closer to eating food. Today it was water. Tomorrow, broth and tea. After that, who knews? Before too long, a pizza. He had an evening walk to the nurse's station. They're considering what equipment he'll need when he goes back home -- the hospital bed that had been in his room for months was returned when it was never used, but now it'll have to come back, at least for a bit. A minor inconvenience. At this point, I know he just really wants to go home. And before long, he will.