Tales from the Shoebox.

She woke up tonight. Like for realz. Like she was nodding yes and tried to kiss me (left side of her face is paralyzed) and she tried to say I love you, both to me and my brother. I told her ”I’m going now, the kids need me.” ::nods:: ”I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?” ::waves hand like shoo get out of here::

The nurse may have to give her some versed to get her to sleep because too much stimulation will increase the pressure in her brain (currently: 10; we want it below 25).

PLEASE keep all those good thoughts/prayers/chants/candles going. I told her there are hundreds of people, all over the world, lighting candles for her, and she raised an eyebrow like “yeah right” and I said no, really. They are, Mama.

Now I have a much-needed drink, thanks to Ms. Daydee, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep; I’m kinda amped. I might take one of her benadryl just to take the edge off & help me down.