I am so happy
I’m utterly relieved
I’m stunned and amazed
I’m going to stop going on because 4,000 variations are rarely needed - even though, this time, they might be warranted:
My friend – proof-reader extraordinaire – has been in intensive care for seven weeks …seven depressing weeks, with few glimmers of hope.
Three weeks ago doctors tried a different type of anti-biotic. They warned that this was not a ‘quick fix’, and that the affects wouldn’t be seen for 2 to 3 weeks:
We waited …
We waited … and the best news we had was that she was ranting about her father – and, although this could be seen as an improvement, as she was stringing words together, it was not exactly the most hopeful news.
We heard that her Mum had seen improvements - but you know what Mums are like.
When the staff said that they were going to allow the first two friends in to see her for nearly 6 weeks, we knew that there really must have been an improvement.
The phone hasn’t stopped ringing and the e-mails are flying:
- She sat up and began with: ‘Pull up a chair’
- She joked about going away for a 'Girls' Weekend' now that her husband couldn’t pull the ‘I don’t think I could cope’ line
- Wanted to know who had chosen the pink pjs – a redhead with an aversion for pink
- Named every child on the photo-card sent in by her class
- Asked about birthdays she knew had passed
- Remembered and joked about the themed party that is coming soon
Weak – true
Speech – a little slow
Won’t be released from hospital for another month.
The doctors don't know if it was the anti-biotics or if the virus had just worked its way through but, frankly, I don't give a damn!
That thought (the one that couldn’t be said out loud) is coming true!