It's Friday, a merciful end to a long week. Jill continues to make slow-but-steady progress in her recovery from the second brain surgery. She's so much better than Sunday, when things really bottomed out.
Yesterday (Thursday) she left behind the annoying beeps and constant check-ins of the ICU. Now she's in a regular hospital room with slightly less frequent beeps and check-ins. The tube that drained excess fluid from her head was removed yesterday, as well.
There have been many other important gains each day. Mentally, she's getting better. Her comments and questions are more connected to reality. Her short-term memory is improving, too.
Physically, she is moving—though slowly. She walks but needs assistance getting up and down and around. The doctor mentioned today that she probably needs some physical therapy, so we will see what that entails.
Jill shows her sense of humor with regularity. Sometimes that means messing around with the nurses, who are duty-bound to administer regular neurological exams. "How many fingers am I holding up?" asked a nurse yesterday, with only her index finger extended. ️
"Four!" Jill said. "Just kidding, one!"
She's also had some funny (and awkward) moments suspended between reality and a post-surgical haze. On Wednesday morning the nurse reminded her, "Don't pull your tubes or cords."
"I got you. Keep the snake in its cage," Jill responded with glazed eyes.
I drew close to her and whispered, "What are you talking about, honey?"
Her response, at regular volume: "You know what that means, David."
Ah, life in the ICU. Inhibitions right out the window.
(Last night, my dad reminded me of one of his post-op experiences. He asked a nurse how long his procedure had taken because, he advised, "You look a lot older.")
So that's our update for today. We are keeping in good humor despite an epic week and its intense pain. It's been rough days for Jill, for us all. It's important to acknowledge that. Still, we are encouraged by her continued healing. Thank you, able doctors and good medicine. And thank you, Jesus.
We are also grateful for the love so many have shown us. Every single text, call, tweet, post and note means so much. We are never alone, and it helps to be reminded of that by so many. Thank you!