Shhhhhhhh!

"Stop answering her!"

This was the advice of Nicole the nurse at 11:0 pm last night when I related that no, Nancy was still not asleep, the evening of this day of her surgery.

Sure enough, she was doing well enough that she had gotten a second wind later in the evening and much more interested in conferring about all the events and thoughts and interactions of the last 2 days than giving her body the sleep it so desperately needed. Oh, yeah, and adjusting yet again the multiple pillows adjusting various body parts at various elevations, not to mention the up and down of the head and foot of the bed.

She did, under duress, manage a bit of sleep before prompting clothing and dressing change at 1 am by sloshing her cup of water down her gown. She claimed it was an accident, but did allow that it did a nice job of cooling her off at long last. Benadryl provided the extra nudge for the rest of her night.

She looked a bit tired but great this morning, and in wonderful spirits. Enough so to be extra kind to the nurses, including sharing a precious cup of whole leaf Darjeeling tea with her appreciative Indian nurse (whose name I have, alas, forgotten). Ready to look forward to sitting up today, walking a little tomorrow. Doing some gradual uncurling of a body that does not yet know how to lie flat. Getting to know this new body a bit.

It's a good day.