From Drab to Fab!

I know I promised the reveal. We'll get to that. But first, more importantly, she washed her face! I missed it, but the report is that she was handed a washcloth and she went straight to her face to clean it. Not only I'm a glad to see her sense of hygiene is still intact, but I'm also completely impressed. They said we should keep her restraint off as much as possible so she can continue to keep us in awe… Of course, this has to be under super-vision as we all know how she feels about the trach. She ALSO got some sweet new kicks. Technically they're for foot drop, we need to make sure her beautiful ankles are supported, but these boots look like souped up Uggs. I mean, these things look like she ready to go kick some ass with Eskimos. (Ignore the toenails. Those are today's project.)

Now to the makeover.

I figured putting things in her line of sight was key. So everything is hanging higher up. If it were up to me, I would get rid of all of the unsightly medical crud and the less than attractive hazard waste containers and paint the walls a nice dove grey, but clearly that's not happening no matter how Pam I get on anyone. The design challenge here is that you can't plug anything in, you can't use things that people might be allergic to and you can't put anything anywhere that could get in the nurses way. So with a little tissue paper, some patience, and help from some taller friends, we've got a poofed ceiling!

Want a closer look? Ok.

If she looks to her left, she will see her cards lining the beautiful faux mahogany cabinets and with a little construction paper she's got her slogan. GO PAM GO. To her right she'll see the bathroom. I'll spare you. And then when she looks directly in front of her she's got her flat screen TV that will soon play a slideshow of pictures (once I get back to NY and figure out how to make that happen). Don't worry. I'm sure there's a way. If you can rent dogs, then surely somewhere in NY one can burn a DVD.

One final note. As I mentioned, I'm leaving tonight. To say it's difficult is an understatement. I feel nervous. I feel sad. I feel guilty. I feel scared. I don't know what the right words are… I know she's going to be completely taken care of. I know there are plenty of people here to make sure she's happy, healthy and kicking ass. But as I'm sure you've all experienced, not knowing what is happening minute by minute is hard. I want to be here when she opens her eyes. I want to be here when she says her first word. And mostly I want to be here because I know she wants me to be here. I also know that she would tell me to go back to work. Live my life. Take care of myself, she'll be fine. It's the same thing she says every time we separate. However, she is the person who literally gave me life and 19 days ago I realized that she still gives me life. My life is mom-sponsored. I'm fueled by her. Without her I feel less than.

But enough with the sadness. She is killing it and will continue to. And in the meantime, I will go back to NY, my mom-decorated apartment, my adorable husband and adorable dog, my friends, my coffee shop and my job. I promise to try to keep up with the blog as best as possible. I will tell you everything I know (and everything Dee and dad tell me) as often as I can.

PS. We've already gotten compliments on the decor. I know mom is loving it.