I guess the winding road looks more like this... but maybe blue. Lordy. You just knew -- I should have known -- that the breathless, distracted, forgetful, tear-filled, happy, beside-myself news of yesterday would be tempered by something. The joyful feeling was a nice relief -- I'm calling it a practice run. I don't think I really need much more practice, though.
By the time I reached the hospital yesterday, I only got to see Michael for a few minutes as he was being prepped for another CAT scan and keeping him calm was the rule. Short story: all his recent movement does not bode well for the neck injury, aggressive regimen of antibiotics for infection, surgery soon, he'll remain in ICU.
As Leslie* reminded me yesterday, "Take a sad song and make it better..." ; ) So, on the up-side, I do believe he was more with it yesterday; I think he heard me, saw me, looked at me, recognized me, responded to me -- and I believe he did the day before when I spoke sharply, too, but to a lesser degree.