It's so early

Well, we've had a pretty good night, for which I am very grateful.  Dad warned me ahead of time that I might be up and down all night last night and to get to sleep as early as I could .  Getting to sleep wasn't a difficult thing to do last night when I was as tired as I was, even if I was sleeping in a chair.  I probably got to sleep between 10:30 and 11:00 and I was amazed that I wasn't awakened (other than just changing positions in the recliner) until 3:30 when a guy came in to do X-rays and had to put one of those protective aprons over me.  They went ahead and drew up her labs at the same time so they wouldn't have to interrupt her sleep again later for that and the two of us were able to get back to sleep fairly quickly.  When I woke up next, if felt like it was just a few minutes later, but it was really 5:30 and Mom was getting very restless.  She wasn't exactly excited when the nurses decided that since she was moving around anyway, that it was time for her to sit in a chair (honestly, neither was I.  They put her in the recliner I was sleeping in!), but that's where she is now.  She's just not comfortable in any position, so I guess it doesn't matter if she's in a chair or the bed, but sitting up will be good for helping her when we starts coughing.  They said they want her in the chair for at least a few hours and then later in the day they're going to have her walk down the hall again.  As I said before, she doesn't seem excited, but she keeps asking me, "What am I supposed to do?  What do they want me to do?" so I guess that means she's at least willing to listen to orders.  And in return I keep making promises.  "It's gonna get better."  "You just have to get through this and then we'll go to a spa or something and get you a massage and a manicure and pedicure."  It doesn't seem to mean much to her, but I can't promise her great meals when she gets out of here or even a sip of water for a while.  I wish I could.  She's trying though, and that's all a daughter can ask for.

So, you must be asking yourselves...what do you do with yourself when you've been up since 5:30, your Mom's mostly asleep (she wakes up about every 45 seconds and asks a question, then usually falls asleep again before the answer is all the way out of my mouth) in the only recliner in the room, and you've got the whole day ahead of you?  Well, apparently you blog.  You know, I never thought I'd be a blogger, but here I am and I find that's not only a cool thing I can do to help everyone stay up-to-date, but it's also been sort of therapeutic.

So here's a little quick side note on me for you before I sign off again...  This morning, after they got Mom settled in the chair, I was making a quick trip to the bathroom.  As I was stumbling down the hall, half asleep, I just about ran right into a guy coming around the corner.  This happens to wake me a up a little more and I noticed that just beyond the first guy, is a very good-looking doctor (or I'm assuming he's a doctor since he's wearing green scrubs with a lab coat over it).  What do you do when you see a hottie walking down the hallway?  You smile and say good morning of course.  Well that's what I did, but he just averted his gaze and walked a little faster.  I was kind of thinking, "Wow, what a punk, he couldn't even acknowledge me?  Fine.  I've got bigger things to worry about anyway."  Then I got into the bathroom and I can see for myself why he didn't give me so much as a friendly smile.  After glancing in the mirror and do a double take and I see that I've got raccoon eyes from where the mascara from yesterday has fallen below my eyes, I've got sleep marks across my face, and my hair is an absolute mess!  I don't think I would have bothered to say hello to me either!  :)  What I think is amazing, is that with a migraine that's been off and on since Wednesday (and is currently on and not going anywhere!  Grrr!), my wonderful mother struggling in the cardiothoracic ICU and all of the mind-blowing changes that are going on with her, I can still notice a good-looking guy crossing my path.  I guess the good news is that I cleaned myself up some and when then next cute doctor came into Mom's room, he said good morning.  I'm taking that as a good sign.  :)  We're going to have a good day today, I can feel it.

Can't wait to see those of you coming to visit today and tomorrow!  Be careful as you drive!  We love you!

P.S.  Dad has made a special request that when anyone comments, please sign your first and last name.  Some of you are friends of us girls or Dave and Amber's and sometimes there is more than one person with the same first name and it can be a little difficult to know who the messages are from.  We love reading them and just want to be clear on exactly who is sending them.  Thanks again for your love, encouragement, and prayers!