Right now there isn't much change. I listened to the doctors making their rounds this morning (didn't understand a lot though) and what I heard was that he is stable and improving. There are fewer tubes and wires creeping out of his body and out from under the covers. There were 7 little electronic boxes hanging from the rollaround IV cart, blinking and beeping Saturday and now there are 4. That must be good huh? He of course is miserable not being able to talk. We are miserable not being able to understand him.
Today I took up a small stereo that has a 3 CD player and programmed it to repeat them over and over. He has been a Christian for lots of years and the old hymns of the faith are dear to him. So we took instrumental music. He immediately layed his head back and began to swing his left arm like he was keeping time or directing. Tonight after Naomi, his wife of 1 1/2 years, left. I began to quietly sing along with the music and tears began to creep out from under his lids. I hope it was that he was touched that I would sing to him. I rubbed his forehead with a damp washcloth and finally I knew he was very asleep so I left.
Tomorrow I'm going to give blood. They have had to give him blood a couple of times I think so I think I should pay back.
If mine is O and his is A, does that mean my mother's was O?
