I made an executive decision last night that, sick or not sick, I was going to see Michael in the hospital this morning. It’s been awful to stay away, and going did me a world of good (and hopefully it did him some good, too). I curled up on his bed with him for a while, we walked the halls, talked and even shared a few giggles. Ahhhh, just what the doctor ordered.
Michael is making steps towards recovery and coming home, but it’s slow going. While I was there, some of his medical trappings were removed. This is progress. I also got to see his incision, which was also the first time he’s seen it, and it’s pretty significant – quite a bit longer than I had expected. It’s all put back together by I don’t know how many sutures and eight shiny staples.