Today was better, though we're still sleeping late each day. We've finally come to the acceptance stage of Kim's situation -- as Cory put it yesterday, "we can't change what's already happened." So we've gotten past the all the hysteria (at least temporarily) to the acceptance stage, and putting the whole thing in the hands of experts. All the "what-ifs" and so forth will be answered by the experts on Friday. Kim is about where we are. We brought her to our house and then out to get some late lunch today, and she is at the acceptance stage, too. We've actually been able to discuss the fact that any procedure that is done may be life-altering, and were actually able to joke about her possible future vegetative state (a new character for Veggie Tales -- Kim, the Karaoke-singing Kucumber).
The person hit hardest right now is Bucky. As I write this, he is napping again. He whose lot in life has been to provide for and take care of his family is feeling inadequate and helpless. I know that on Friday he will be his usual stalwart self, but right now he is trying to catch up on many lost hours of sleep these past couple of weeks. I'm okay, again, as last night, focusing on what needs to be done to prepare for the trip Friday morning. Kim has her two new pairs of pajamas, we've got our books and I'm assembling my crocheting/knitting bag with things to keep me busy while we sit and wait, assuming we'll have to do that this weekend. We put together Kim's file of hospital records and CDs of her MRI and angiogram, so the essential stuff is in one place. One more night (tonight) of sleep before the ball is in motion -- I say that because Thursday night will probably be a resting experience, with probably zero in the REM sleep department. Better to get up and go and get things going.
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