Update 49 [green chairs & sock/sandals]

​The dull shuddering of this insane roller-coaster is really quite taxing on the body, mind and my overall desire to ever sit on green waiting room chairs in life again. We sent mum home to have some semblance of normalcy for a couple of hours while Trudy, Lorna and I held guard. Lorna is reading a book with short facts and interesting things about botany and gardening. (Apparently a group of hedgehogs is called a prickle of hedgehogs. Real life fact.) Trudy is reading a book she found on the chair, kidding she can’t actually read, she just pretends. photo 5
 
We were in with him while they tested out an alternate ventilator for potential use on the ward, it is a rental and is significantly older and much more mechanical than the one he is currently using. These are apparently complex machines that are evidentially quite difficult to source; much like unicorns and things lost in the Bermuda triangle (hang on Amelia Earhart…we are coming for you!)
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We had a bit of a set back this afternoon towards getting him out of the ICU as his lungs were not clear and they have put him back on the ventilator to assist with this. One more step, hurdle, leap, jump.
 
He is keeping up his mood (or at the very least trying to) and made a series of remarkably ridiculous faces to make mum and I laugh while we stood staring at him. There is no end to the stupidity laced mature depths of his behaviour. His mood is a direct line to ours, much like a bunch of marionettes on a single string. Our brave and positive facades crumble once we walk out of the ICU doors when he is on the downward loop of the coasters incline. All to be expected. This seems to be a never ending ride and we have to constantly remind ourselves to stay focused on each moment and not try to let our imaginations stray too far ahead. 
There have been no other additional changes to his state and I found great solace in the knowledge that at least he didn’t have to know that Trudy was sporting this sock/sandal combo for the majority of the afternoon. I can’t imagine that anything could break a mans spirit quicker…
 
 
 
 
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