The afternoon has brought some good stuff. John woke up a couple of times and nodded his head when I asked questions. I asked if he knew who I was, he nodded yes. I asked of he could squeeze my hand, and he did. I asked him if I was the most handsome man he’d ever seen…he shook his head no…
He has made some progress, and it looks like he may only lose one permanent tooth. They wired some of his teeth together to bring stability. His blood pressure is stable, and oxygen levels are good. The bleeding has slowed from his throat and ear. It is possible that he will have his jaw wired shut…ouch.
Hopefully he can coast on the ventilator until Monday, and they'll do a scope to check out his throat area. He's still on the ventilator, and about 100 different tubes are coming out of his body.
One of the things that my boys and I do is our secret “code.” Whenever we leave each other, whether I’m going to work, or they’re going to school, we fist bump and say “strength and courage.” That was the last thing that John and I said to each other as he pulled out of the driveway on Thursday. He may look rough, but he is strong and courageous.