Good morning. It is isn't it???
Chris came off the vent yesterday. We are no longer so sure that there isn't a head injury. He has no short term memory period. He asks what happened, says I have to pee, Ouch it hurts, cries bit, asks where Savannah is, then the cycle repeats. I'm not even sure he realized we were there. A couple of his friends came up and he did not recognize them and didn't seem to recognize his brothers either. Catscan still isn't showing any brain damage, just some soft tissue damage with no bleeding apparent. His left ankle is broken also. That's both ankles folks. I'm hoping and praying this is only temporary or we've got a lot more on our hands then we originally were led to believe.
Savannah pulled her own vent tube yesterday. (Lets see the hospital charge for weening!!) Her brother got in there as fast as possible and she now knows that her mother was killed in the accident. It hasn't sunk in for her yet. We stopped in and saw her when leaving last night. She is very much with the program and knows what all has occured with her and her surgery. She even joked that she didn't the extra kidney or spleen anyway, it's just more weight. She has a long road ahead also, but the difference between her and Chris right now is amazing. You can't compare them other then they were in the same accident.
Rumor has it and this is yet uncomfirmed that the driver of the offending vehicle passed away and the passenger is not expected to survive either. I'm trying to verify this, but so far, nothing is varifiable.
For once in my life, I wish I had family around. We are going to need help with visiting Chris as we cannot be there all the time. Lyn cannot stay out of work indefinately and I have to keep on top of my issues or I'll be in there with him. I truly feel like a little kid left in the big mean world wondering what to do. What do I do? I just cannot think straight anymore.