I am so very ready to sleep throughout the entire three hours’ drive home from Melbourne.
I didn’t sleep much last night. It was a hot almost-summer night and my pain levels were beyond the stupid end of the scale. Truth be told, they still are, even though I’ve been throwing drugs down my throat whenever I’m able to.
I’ve spent most of today either wishing I were asleep or actively trying not to be, given that I am at the hospital with family again and sleeping on the job is not likely to prove too popular with the others, given that they are all pretty beat too.
It is an enormous blessing that the immediate threat to my father-in-law’s life appears to have passed. Now the family must begin to consider questions of care, ongoing assessments and rehabilitation. We have no idea what he will or will not be able to do.
What does seem clear is that the short-term future is going to become a new “normal” of more routine hospital visits once he is moved to a hospital closer to home, which is infinitely better than the ICU waiting room vigil we’ve been keeping since his accident a few weeks ago.
We’re on our way home. I’m off to sleep. ‘Night.