From my personal journal:
The tracheostomy went well. His upper lip is swollen but healing. He breathed on his own all day today, no vent. He squeezed the physical therapist's hand when she asked him to. He rolled over in bed by himself.
He seems to be returning, in baby steps. The neurologist wants more. I am excited over the smallest things - looking me in the eyes, pleading, is enough. "What's happening -
where am I??"
Each day is different. This past one was a roller coaster. Tuesday was quiet relief. Some days, I can't stop crying. Other days, I feel almost normal. Right now, I am tired.
Thursday 25 October 2001 12:45 am
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