Thankful to be

To wrap up the week, James sends you all a hello! 

He was doing very well last night, although following a change of room and change in plan, today was less than ideal. A less-than-attentive nurse and an over-reaction to some fussiness ended him back on morphine, drugged and sleepy once again, and without any attention to his special feeding needs. He's been weaned off most of his meds (which had included, as of yesterday, the morphine) and his big challenge remaining is regaining the strength to eat. The hope was that a few days would suffice, so today's drug-induced stupor and absence of their feeding therapist were a frustration for me. The morphine made him twitch, and struggle to focus his eyes: poor silly-looking kid.

He is getting physical therapy though – lift an arm, massage his shoulders, move him very very slowly – which is fun. He certainly has a long way to go before he's as active as pre-surgery, but our invalid is pretty well recovered in all the ways that matter most.