Day by Day

My goal this year was to try to blog a little bit each day.  That was kind of shot to he** by Jan. 2nd when everything went down.  Tonight for the first time since Jan. 2nd, I wanted to blog.  I think I need to start processing things in my mind and someday I want this to be something Connor can look back on....maybe read to see things from a different perspective-his mothers.  I think I will just throw things down to help me process everything. The boy/young man who has been unable to move for two weeks trying so hard to talk around the breathing tube.....saying sentences at a time while I try to catch up to every syllable he is pronouncing.  He goes on and on as if I can see as clearly as he is thinking in his mind.  He has started spelling words out now, which is much easier.  Today he spelled out trash.  What on earth would he be thinking about trash for....he wanted to throw his breathing tube in the trash.  Yes, Connor, when you are d...

Brendan - told a story about how he decided to teach 4 dementia patients how to play go fish.  He said one of them would ask for a five and go all the way around and then forgot they already asked for a five and ask again.  Then there was Ethel who kept asking for spades and he would have to remind her to ask for a number not the suit. Brendan said he had to know all the cards each of them had so he could help them, but it was really hard not to cheat that way. Keera - Katie got her off of the bus today (well kind of-she was there, but Keera had to ring the doorbell two times before Katie came to the door). I called her from the hospital to tell her that Grandpas was coming over at 4:30 so Katie could go somewhere.  I said, "do as much homework as you can before Grandpa gets there."  Her response, "Well, that wasn't my plan.  My plan was to watch tv."  It made me laugh out loud. Just some levity among everything else going on.

So my  new year's resolution to blog every day is not off to a good start....of course it was kind of doomed from the beginning.  Well, I have four days to catch up with writing.... I think I need some therapuetic writing right now, so I a going to try to blog away. Connor was funny last night....he was actually enjoying talking to his cousins and somehow the topic of getting here came up.  He said, "yeah....you (meaning me) said that we would go to the ER early, no one would be there at 2 a.m., we would not have to wait and we would get out quick.......and three days later, look where we are or we are still here."  He said it with a sense of humor...it sounded funny coming out.  That was a touch of the Connor I love to see. Random thoughts..... As much as I hate Connor's loud snoring and as tired as I was and needing sleep while staying in his hospital room, I liked to hear him snoring because it reminded me that I was lucky he was alive....it almost rhyth...

Goodbye to 2013...ended with a boom for Connor....migraine for over a day and night.  It was ugly.  He seems better now.  While he wept and slept in bed, Brendan attended a "formal party", for which he bought a very nice and expensive suit; Katie went with a friend to a neighborhood party and Bob, Keera and I "hung out".  Nothing overly exciting, but 2014 is here and with it a goal of mine to write a blog everyday in January to start...we shall see......