Saturday, March 20, 2010

Sleeping like a cowboy in ICU

I finally got to see my hurtin' cowpoke in intensive care last night. I left there at 10:30 pm.

It wasn't a joybuzz, the way he looked.

But thus is life. He looked ALIVE and that was all that mattered.

Well, okay, he didn't really look that much alive; in fact, he looked really strange, but he was breathing and that's what we wanted!

....Just as I was writing this the phone rang. HE WOKE UP! The nurses called and said to come over and see him. He is okay. AND HE ASKED FOR HIS READING GLASSES!

my heart is pounding! i have to hit "send" now and rush over there. More later!

Oh, my bespectacled literate cowboy, I love you!

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