Can’t sleep, so I am sitting here watching a documentary on Netflix about Ricky Jay, the guy you have basically seen in every con movie that was not over produced Hollywood crap for the last few decades. And some that were. I think my favorite was House of Games.
It has been a while since a Holly update, so here is the latest email from her SO:
Just a quick one today, since I only have good news to share, along with a Holly-ism or two before I head off to the NFL draft for work.
So, Holly has had two good days of TCD levels. The vaso-spasms appear stable and there is a collective sigh of a relief among family, friends and hospital staff. Holly is in a bit of pain today, but nothing too terrible.
She also earned herself one to one detail overnight because she’s been so….spirited. Think of a security guard watching over you so you don’t touch what you’re not supposed to. As the night wore on, I think she exhausted her nurse by constantly trying to get up or touch one of the numerous wires and cords attached to her body. I asked her this morning, “What did you do ?” She said, “I don’t know.” I said, “Really ? There’s a rumor going around here that at 5 am you gathered up half a dozen patients and lit torches and stormed the nurse’s desk demanding to be let out so you could have a bath.” She smiled and said, “You know me too well.”
At one point as I sat next to her holding her hand this morn, I heard someone yell “Holly ! Don’t touch that.” She was touching her drain with her other hand, a definite no-no. Holly turned to the woman and said “Nancy, I’m not a bad person. I’m really a good person, who likes to follow rules, but I just don’t think we’ve properly established what those rules are yet. Now I should let you know that once you tell me what the line is, I’m going to go right up to that line because that’s the type of personality I have, but I promise not to cross it. So, can you tell me what the rules are ?” The nurse looked at me like Holly was clinically insane and I just smiled and said, ‘You want me to answer that ?”
Holly also managed to confuse one of her doctors when she began replying in Spanish to his questions to amuse herself at one point. I had to tell him what she was doing. Same doctor, different question, he asked to see three fingers. Holly, lifted one hand, flipped one bird, then flipped the other on her other hand, then her pointer finger, and said, “That’s three, right ?” I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. At least she’s still a bit feisty after 17 days of lying in a bed.
I am starting to feel a bit better. It’s been a good last two days. I think we’re making some good steps towards getting out of the ICU and into a rehab facility. She’s skinny and worn out, and just can’t grasp the hospital concept but she’s doing well.
Give ’em hell, Holly.
The forecast for the next ten days is all in the 60’s and 70’s, so it looks like we are done with the frost, and I am going to put my garden in tomorrow.
What are you all up to?
*** Update ***
Forgot a funny story that happened today. Went to the lumberyard to pick up a bag of sand (I dunno wtf home repair Shawn is doing, he just said we needed it), and we had the guy outside throw a 50lb bag of sand in the back of the family truckster.
I went inside, walked up to the cashier who was standing there alone at the computer, and said “I need to pay for a 50 lb bag of sand.” He said alright, started tapping away at the computer. Shawn then walked in to hang out and look around. Unbeknownst to me, the cashier was working on a quote for another guy who had wandered off somewhere and was not near the counter, so I had no idea he was there. The cashier, without looking anywhere, loudly said “Looks like it’s gonna be $170.37.”
Again, remember, I had no idea anyone else was there, so I blurted out “For sand? You have to be kidding me. Shawn, get that shit out of my car,” all while thinking I can drive to the shore for less in gas money and bring home all the sand I could ever want and probably pick up some good seafood, too.
The guy just got hysterical and told me “Not you, him,” and I looked behind me and the other dude was there cracking up. So that happened.