So much to say - last night we visited Donna and she was fidgety, didn't act like she wanted company and we (mom, dad, sister, brother-in-law and Louie) all agreed she was probably tired.
Earlier I mentioned that she had pulled that darn feeding tube from her nose and it was still out when we arrived. So no dinner for her. She is still interested in the little red light on her finger that monitors her pulse, can't seem to figure out why her finger is glowing red. It seemed like she wanted to say something when the doctor dropped by to check on her but she just couldn't do it. Good news is that it didn't seem to upset her.
This morning it was on the schedule to insert a peg tube, to feed her through her stomach but just a moment ago Louie said they have postponed this. He also said that when she was given an ice chip she was able to manage it and swallow. Maybe they are postponing the peg tube procedure because they will try to let her eat on her own? More on that later.
Today finds her speaking more, her voice is getting stronger. She is throwing out words like - drink, juice and paycheck. Just random words but obviously she is thinking and wanting to communicate. Everyday brings new developments !
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Thanks for the updates Darlene. Here is a little Valentine for all your hard work.
ReplyDeleteValentine's Love
Collards is green, my dog's name is Blue and
I'm so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like corn silk a-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's and without all them fleas.
You move like the bass, which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales but I luv you anyway.
Yo're as satisfy'n as okry jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff" right out of the can.
You have some'a yore teeth, for which I am proud;
I hold my head high when we're in a crowd.
On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven, and awed by yore charms.
Still them fellers at work, they all want to know,
what I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe.
Like a good roll of duct tape yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles and fix what you can.
Yo're as cute as a junebug a-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants I found in my bed.
Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life more than a fresh load of dirt .
When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete; Ain't nuttin' I lack.
Yore complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin'.
Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie with a RC cold drank,
we go together like a skunk goes with stank.
Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart, it's romantic that way.
Some men git roses on that special day
from the cooler at Kroger. "That's impressive," I say.
Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever," they explain, suave and couth.
But for this man, honey, these won't do.
Cause yo're too special, you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift, without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds...... IT'S A NEW TROLL'N MOTOR!!
Luv, from yor brother.