Gramps slipped into a coma yesterday. Well.... things have been going backwards for a couple of days, but we didn't expect that. Friday night we were at the hospital until 3 am, and last night was a terrifying several hours until he was moved back to ICU and we were told they didn't know why it had happened, and they didn't know when he would wake up. Grams, of course, worked from 7 am to 5 pm in the meantime, and straight to the hospital after work. Which means that she had not slept at all. Something told her to stay at the hospital last night. She asked the nurse a couple of hours before it happened, "Is he about to go into a coma?"
"No. Why would you ask that?" the nurse said.
Because she's a smart woman.
In the car on the way over, we were expecting the worst, hearing only that they were putting him back on the ventilator and that he wouldn't wake up.
We got a phone call at 3 am -- none of us really sleeping -- that he had just woken up.
We're grateful, but exhausted. And we're back to the ICU.
I woke up early this morning to make chocolate chip pancakes before Grams headed back to the hospital. We needed something to raise the spirits. Those of you who are familiar with my ventures into the culinary world know it may have very well been a very, very failed attempt, but they came out pretty well and now I'm the most popular person in the house.
And now I think I'll go back to sleep for a bit.