At least 3 times a day I think to call my mom. At least. And of course for no specific reason. Most of the time it's because I'm walking from A to B - home to subway, subway to work, work to subway, Draper pee spot 1 to Draper pee spot 2. And then most of the time she would be between her different spots too. Home to nails, dinner to Shakespeare in the park, garden store to home, Puck pee spot 1 to the middle of the street because the dog has no brain. There are also other times when I just feel the need to call her because I'm a little bit lost and I know she's the person who can help me. All of this to say, I'm sorry I didn't write yesterday, I felt a little bit lost.
My mom continues to get a little bit better day by day. They still haven't switched her trach. The ENT is pretty fixated on the "secretions" and promises that it's better to be cautious rather than making the switch and then having to reverse it. I totally know that he's right, but at the same time, I also know that my mom wants to talk and as soon as she gets that new trach she's going to express her "love" for the ENT. She continues to mouth words and everyone continues to try to read her lips. I imagine it as an Abbott and Costello "Who's on First" skit. The most exciting piece is that she's writing. She's written a few things including her own phone number, so we know her memory is there and we know she's still got her beautiful handwriting. I believe the plan is to give her a whiteboard so that it's easier for her to write. I'm expecting "I want to kill the ENT" in red marker any day now.
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