So yesterday we worked on 'yes' and 'no' codes. Thumbs up = yes. One finger = no. It's not the middle finger though. I know you were all thinking that. She just points. We entrusted DM to DJ while we ate dinner and she gave him the finger for playing Etta James. She always has an opinion and she will always let us know.
They performed an EEG this morning. That stands for electroencephalogram. Say that five times fast. OR say hemidemisemiquaver. According to my mom's phone that is today's word - it means a sixty-fourth note. Again, I digress. The EEG is "a test that measures and records the electrical activity of your brain by using sensors." Essentially they're testing to make sure she isn't having seizures. We haven't gotten the results yet.
She's breathing on her own, still not gagging. I'm starting to feel like a broken record. We had a chat with the nurse practitioner today. If she doesn't gag by Friday morning, the thoracic team will give her a tracheostomy which will allow her to get the tubes out of her throat and away from her vocal chords. I can't wait until she uses those. They will perform is bedside.
We (me, DM and KTO) stayed late last night drinking wine and watching a thunderstorm. It was a relief to see the sky so angry too. I told her I was tired and I needed to sleep, she gave me a thumbs up so I went home.
I'm still definitely in shock and in no way have I comprehended what's happening right now. Sometimes I just listen to her voicemails - her talking about "this damn dog" or "how to get this freaking computer to work". One of these days it will catch up to me, but at the moment I'm in Pam-mode. Just keep fighting. Use your teeth and use your nails. Just "go Appalachian" on their asses. And I thank her for teaching me that.
I hope each of you is having a lovely Wednesday and call your mom.
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