Brian is the one remaining brain cell that is manning the command center. He’s lonely.
When a brain cell fires in the forest, and no one receives its electrical impulse, did it really fire?
I get to talk like this. I’m still in the same clothes I wore when I left the house on Tuesday. Today is…Friday. I can count on one hand the hours of sleep I have had since Tuesday.
Shaun went into San Francisco for a ‘procedure’. She was supposed to be in, done, out, and two hours later, snoozing in the backseat while I was driving north back over the Golden Gate bridge.
There was a complication. The minor discomfort not only did not go away, it increased to The Expert yelling give-her-morphine-now level, and Shaun was suddenly desperately ill.
This is where the technical difficulties come in, technically it is difficult to post without a computer, one lonely brain cell, and find humor when one is scared [curse]-less.
She is going to be okay. She’ll be in the hospital for a week, minimum, according to The Expert. More like 11 days, he said. 11 days in which she can’t eat or drink liquids. Period. Not even a sip of water.
I’m less scared now, so Brian The-Brain-Cell and I are hanging out, waiting to find sleepy again. We passed sleepy about a zillion brain cells ago. Shaun is stable, safe, and attended to by a world-class team. Kind of like House (the TV show), if House was real, minus the attending sociopath.
There are some moments that will seem absolutely hilarious once this is over, because, well, they are hilarious.
Most of the time, I’m simply awed by the care and kindness of strangers. “It’s my job”, one nurse said, when I thanked him. Yeah, it’s his job, but nearly every single person she’s come into contact with cares deeply about her welfare, health and suffering. They are looking for who is in there, not at a patient.
I won’t be posting for a while, and wanted to let you know why. If I do post, please forgive me. (That’s a disclaimer!)
To Daisy, Bella, Lily, and Alice, THANK YOU. You are the best friends EV-er.
One of the humorous moments:
I’d been awake almost 3 days straight, and Daisy was driving me home. Translation: after a long work day, in the middle of moving into a new house, Daisy was subjected to a looooong drive in which Jane had no working brain cells. I never shut up, and I have absolutely no idea what I said. Toward the end, I know I was expounding on theories of what makes street lights change from red to green.
Aside to Daisy: I figured out what makes them change! It’s not timers or pressure sensors in the asphalt. You need to wear a tinfoil hat with antenna, and the Martians will pick up on your distress and redirect the electrical impulses of the traffic light. Voila. Green lights all the way.