I visited mom in ICU yesterday morning and found her alert and asking to get caught up on the events of past week, both personal, family, and at her church conference, which was held over the weekend. I'm pushing fifty, but was joyfully thinking, "It's my mommy!" She's been so out of it up to now and unable to talk when she wasn't.
I came back after work and she was gone. They'd moved her back up to progressive care again without informing me. But it didn't take long to track her down. Here's hoping she's off the ICU-progressive care yo-yo and on the high road to the rehab facility.
No PT or early-morning mom visits this AM. So I plugged a bit on Nano.