A new light is dawning in the room. Chico can't tell yet but I can. He is still in a lot of pain, nothing compared to yesterday though.
Chico is pale but he is steely. He's trying not to take pain meds (crazy), he is getting exercise advice, looking forward to seeing the doctors for a dressing change sometime, and looking forward to sitting in a chair. For him, the exhausting morning exercise was lifting his right knee (the uninjured one), straightening it and putting it down. He did some circles and 'point and flexes' with his right foot too. This tuckered him out. He feels a little overwhelmed by the notion that a small amount of movement takes all of his energy. It's true, that is upsetting but the improvement from yesterday to is sharp. If this continues, he'll be back to chin ups in no time. He is receiving a blood transfusion at the moment.
Fun things: we have a playful nurse today. She is very efficient. She was our nurse yesterday too, and she was playful. We may have been inpervious to it that time. Chico has friends on staff that come by occasionally. There is a lot of yelling in the halls becaues the floor is short staffed.
You may know that when one is in the hospital with a lot of pain, staff continually ask what one's pain level is. There is a 0-10 scale. Chico's is high right how. When asked he says it is, "because my foot feels like it is bent into a rock crevice."
I wonder if a pain poem will emerge.
Things are good. It is important to bear witness to this. Thank you for doing that with us.