Chico has had a rough day. I think the situation is more difficult to endure without the distractions of a quiet person in the room (me or Chester) sharing the experience. Not good to be alone. We were forewarned, and it is no joke that the pain from the grafts is quite excruciating, as is the pain from the 'donor site' on his other leg. This is all in addition to the pain of broken bones. I find it unfathomable.
I am comforted by a number of thoughts:
1. We have a fine friend who is a nurse and she will stay with him from noon tomorrow until Friday afternoon. My gratitude knows no bounds.
2. I think my two sisters are visiting him tomorrow morning. Visits are really too much for him at the moment generally speakign but my sister, Molly, who lives nearby and is herself a nurse, knows how to do the short, quiet visit perfectly. She has been a huge comfort.
3. We are not only thankful for Chico's survival and the health of his spine and brain, we are also thankful that he did not hit anyone when he lost control of his car.
When I drove home last night I passed the tree again. My nemesis. Even in the dark I can't miss it. I'm angry at the tree. Such a puny tree, really. Sounds like I'm of sound mind, huh?
It has been a full first day of school. I had the great opportunity of spending time with many students in many settings, and observing teachers doing their great work. I met parents, talked with PTO and School Board representatives-just to give you a glimpse. My colleagues support me. The community extends their compassion. I am thankful to have this job. Very.