Yesterday when we arrived at the hospital, Emily was sitting up in a chair. The nurse told us that Physical Therapy had been in and helped her get up, walk two steps to the chair, and sit down. She looked really good. The swelling in her right eye had gone down enough so that she had both eyes open.
Her doctor came in right after we got there, and answered some of our questions. He also asked Emily several questions, which she answered correctly. He said they are going to be doing some more tests on Monday to try to determine why this happened.
She was fussing with her hair, so I tried to get it out of her face and off of her neck. She told me her husband had tried to comb it the other night but it didn’t work. I told her I will bring a brush and pony tail holder when I come back tomorrow.
Of course, I was talking to her constantly, asking questions she could answer yes or no or with just a few words. After about an hour, I asked her if she wanted me to shut up. She said “No, I like you being here.” I don’t know about you, but those six words made my heart swell up and my eyes leak. She also kept grabbing my hand, holding it, patting it, squeezing it, like she used to do when she a very little girl. Just knowing she wants me there makes all the effort it takes for me to get there worthwhile.
As we were getting ready to leave, she told me “Don’t forget brush tomorrow”. She remembered our conversation from earlier, which is a very good thing.