Thursday, February 4, 2010
It's 5:19 am and she's awake. She's acting like herself, and the nurses are trying to get a movie to play for her. She wants to watch Hoodwinked. We've been talking about what she remembers and I've been feeling in the blanks. The last moments she remembers are before the ambulance arrived. But she's having some fuzzy memories of last night. Breaks my heart to hear her say she thought she was going to die. I told her I was scared too, but she was really brave. She's hungry, but can't have anything to eat or drink yet, and her head hurts, which they've given her medicine for. She's slowly noticing things like tubes, IV's, wires, and a hospital gown. She's very much herself, and relief seems like such a puny word for what I feel, but given the amount of sleep I'm running on, it's the best I can do. Thanks for all your prayers, we appreciate them very much.