Perusing the pages of my brand new, spring/summer VK the other day, I found myself wondering, on several pages, if I wasn't looking at a Vict*ria's S*cret catalog instead. Disappointed would be putting it mildly, but maybe it's just me -- I'm not old, but I am getting older. ; ) There's exactly one design in the entire issue that stays on my mind and it might even surprise you -- Di Gilpin's deconstructed tank (#17) (preview here, it's the middle one under "Natural Selection"). Maybe -- with mods. (I would definitely wear it as a vest.)
I worked a little on the sock yesterday, a little on the Trellis sleeve -- that one will be for Mack, if you haven't already guessed. I've been cabling without a needle quite frequently in the past few months -- for me, it just depends on the gauge, the yarn, the pattern. This wool-cotton is a little slippery, but I've been able to do it sans needle for the most part. Oh, what a wonderful, soft fabric it makes!
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Holy shit,* what a difference a day makes. Yesterday, I was pretty much walking on air as concerns my brother's progress, today I'm inching close to Cloud 9. I picked up Mom on the way last night and as we walked down the hall toward Michael's room, he emerged with his entourage, heading out for a walk. There was an aide holding on at each side, a nurse, and his wife close behind with the wheelchair, just in case. What a spectacle he was, standing 6' 4" in thigh-high, white Tet stockings (which he found quite amusing), blue shorts, T-shirt and body brace with built-in cervical collar! Mom and I waved excitedly and he waved back. We gave him hugs and he decided to have a seat, then politely introduced us to the aides and even told them that his mother used to be a nurse -- impressive. But wait, there's more... He passed the swallow test, the trach has been down-sized, and the Foley is gone! He was completely, mechanically untethered for the first time in over three weeks! He remains under close watch, though, with 24-hour, one-on-one supervision.
He was even more chatty than the day before -- there was gibberish, confusion, disorientation, but he's also got a lot on the ball. He tried to explain why he had them take down the clock in his room -- something to do with the day/date/calendar -- I think it's just too much information to process right now. He needs to get how the calendar works, then remember how the clock relates.
Mike asked my SIL about the accident yesterday. He said that everyone tells him he's there because of a bad accident, but he wanted to know more about what happened and, especially, whether he caused it. He's been told since Day One, whenever the accident was mentioned, that it wasn't his fault and he didn't do anything wrong. She told him about what he was doing, where he was going, how the semi hit him, and that he didn't do a single thing wrong -- it was very emotional, and at some point he asked her to stop, that it was all his brain could handle right now. I'm sure that someday he will see photos from the scene and I can't imagine how those will affect him because, truly, he should not have survived. I can write that now, but I still can't say it out loud.
I've spent some time copying and pasting all of my posts and comments since February 28th into a document, and will probably integrate the daily update emails that I've been writing and sending to family members. I'll have to do minimal editing, and lots of formatting, but I think it might be useful and maybe comforting to him to have it written down -- and to feel the love! Wow -- it's over 90 pages in raw form! Even I am amazed at how much has transpired and I've been conscious for all of it!
*Unmoderated enough for you, Lynne? ; ) She made an observation in yesterday's comments about my "moderated language" and wondered if it was because my mum read the blog. (Has it really changed that much?) As far as I know, Mom does not; Dad might; two sisters might, and maybe one or two of their friends (they tell me that it's overwhelming the first few times); possibly a cousin. Katie definitely does. Hello? Hello?