made it through 3 days.

Watching a loved one in a sedated state does not get easier by the hour. You work hard to remember that this is in the patient's best interest, but it is still hard. Every time a machine or monitor beeps every cell in your body jumps. Even when you go to the bathroom or dash to the cafeteria to get a tea, you feel pulled in two directions. Tomorrow (Friday) is a big day. I am eager to have my talking husband back. I am eager to tell him about all the support we have had, and how many people love him and are praying for him. I am eager to see his face when he finds out it is Friday, instead of just after midnight on Tuesday night (Wednesday morning) when the breathing tube went in. Also, I am eager to see how well he is going to pull off his new kick-ass neck scar. He earned this battle scar and will wear it well. Off to bed...