Sylvia's Journal

Tessa got a bit teary when she and Steve rushed in – they literally dropped their bags in the hall, it was very movie-like because all the lights were out in the ward (past visiting hours but special circumstances allowed us in). Some tears were shed – my father shed a few tears like the native american who cries because the white man drops trash on the ground. A few single drops, but with quivering lips he expressed how very thankful and overjoyed he was to have his whole family reuinited.
Then he suggested they see mum, so off we trotted to her room where Katie Blair and Andrew welcomed us in with warm hugs. They all listened to Syl’s version of the events of the day, how perhaps the crash happened, her recollections of the hour she was awake during the rescue operation…I’d heard it, so I visited with pops again. He seemed very very tired.
Earlier in the day mum had her first poop – I guess you all may have seen that one coming. It smelled like peaches and tiny fairies riding unicorns . Lovely. This was a very big accomplishment (although ‘the poop heard round the world’ doesn’t roll off the tongue in quite the same way), as was her ability to maneuver herself entirely on her own. My guess is that she will be out of the hospital in a few days – she is off the drip morphine and sodium chloride, and is taking pain meds in pill form as needed. Her leg is beginning to hurt more, and her sleep during the night is still irregular, but she is doing and looking remarkably well. After eating some food today (cottage cheese, fruit, yogurt, macaroni and cheese) the color in her face is returning.
We tried to have another hair washing today but found that someone in the hospital had stolen the ‘No-Rinse’ along with the leave in conditioner. can you believe that….Really….Someone actually stole the ‘No-Rinse.’ It was truly devastating, I have to say. I confronted the nurses, we had a bit of a standoff and I kicked her in the shin. Sorry – I didn’t, but I was mad. I told you that stuff was good. I wish they could have stolen something else, like the thing that beeps a lot on the end of the bed, or the trashcan.
I ought to wrap this up…I’m a bit tired! So, huge day today – dad out of the ICU, mum on the commode, Tessa and Steve finally here, tons of delicious, delicious food that we came home to at Masconomo street along with a lovely assortment of reading/listening material from Jenny Jackson (thanks to all of you so much – that was a nice treat). Now that Tessa is here I may get her to write a bit if she’s got the time – I’m curious to hear her perspective on all this. My mind just blanked. Time for bed (after I upload the new photos – see my flickr site in the links section).
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