It feels a little bit like a childhood Christmas morning here in the room. The brace arrived. Chico was very excited and eager, "I know it's going to hurt, but I'm ready." Now an hour has passed. It still isn't time. The waiting becomes difficult. Every next step is contingent upon this very next step.
Before the brace can be put on, PT has to come so they can evaluate him, there has to be medication given and so on. The Barko Lounger has to be draped and moved.
Chico was just visited by our friend Jacob, a bright, shining star. He greets us with, "How are my good, good friends today?" Yesterday he sang hymns to Chico. I've only heard his speaking voice. It is lovely, rich, deep and well accented. Earlier Theresa visited us. She always does us special favors and tells us stories of her family.
I think about how we will miss our favorite people here when we move upstairs. There will be more favorites to meet, I expect. And Jacob will visit.