I’ve spent the past week at my father’s side in ICU. Each day he made tiny amounts of progress, and over the weekend, I felt it was time to get back to work. I would have preferred to stay there another week, but all my sibs are there now, and I was worried that there were too many, and too much stimulation for my father to be comfortable. It was difficult to tell whether he was asleep or awake, and some of us were having conversations over the top of him, which he may or may not have heard.
I don’t want to be a part of that.
Yesterday, he was conscious a significant portion of the day. He is struggling to clear mucus from his lungs, but I think that is improving. He is also having trouble speaking, but that might be due to the fact that he lost several teeth when he was intubated.
Back to more mundane things. I had written a RM episode before I left, but it just wasn’t good enough. I had a dream a couple of nights ago that fueled a major revision, which I posted today. I also wrote a haiku inspired by my father’s week, which was mostly spent asleep: Time flies.
I may post an EJO if I can finish it in the next 45 minutes or so.