Breath of Fresh Air

Sorry guys that I didn't post last night. I decided to watch the DaVinci Code! Not bad ... but no where near as good as the book. That's my "Siskel & Ebert" for the day

Yesterday was an ice day, so Ciaran was able to accompany me to the hospital. He was very bright, thrilled to report he'd number 1'd and number 2'd, and said that he was allowed to go outside. Much as I love my son, I do realize that he has been delusional recently. The nurse confirmed ... with a big smile ... that he could go downstairs and even outside!

I was like the mum of a two year old ... do you have to pee ... do you have to poo ... before putting on a snowsuit. Don't want these bodily functions to interrupt our adventure.

As I reported previously, Conor is unplugged. So it was just a matter of getting him up and into the wheelchair. No small matter ... except that Conor was in a hurry. Huddled up in sheets and blankets ... his bad leg secured to the chair with a tensor bandage ... the nurses clucking like mother hens themseleves ... off we go. Happily, I have little experience in the wheelchair driving department ... and Conor let me know it! With his bad leg leading the way, we headed off down the hall to the elevator. Down the elevator we go ... with the great outdoors beckoning. Conor is radiating expectation. The doors open ... and Conor takes his first breath of fresh air in 13 days. The ice pellets assault his face ... but he doesn't care. He is out of the hospital! Almost as rapturous as that popsicle.

I convince him to come inside (cause my face is being assaulted by pellets too!) and down the hall we go for a hot chocolate at Second Cup. He is clearly exhausted ... but determined to stay away from his room as long as possible.

What a day! Back to the room we go. The nurses are there waiting for us with grins on their faces. We get him back into bed (Ciaran and small nurse the only assistance required), set up the DVD player with "Remember the Titans", and Ciaran and I leave him alone to savour that breath of fresh air!

He is doing so well. Each day shows improvement in his speech and his cognitive ability. He still has problems with today ... so a plea here. When you visit Conor ... please ask him the day of the week, the date, how old he is, where he is. Is he gonna get sick of these questions ... you betcha! Tough noogies!

Tonight, I think I will be going to the LCBO Christmas party for a couple of hours. It is required on a variety of levels. Prior to the accident, Conor and I had planned to go. That Conor didn't want to escort his mum to a party was clear...I said to Conor last night that he went a little overboard in trying to get out of it! Conor has given me permission to skip my visit tonight (to be honest I feel quite extraneous in the evenings with all his friends visiting).

Keep those prayers and good wishes coming! This miraculous recovery is due in no small part to all your positive energy (and a bit of skill on the part of the health professionals). Give yourselves all a pat on the back ... without you ... we would not be where we are today!