Being a Friday and Day 13, I'm almost afraid of posting! But then I remembered that Phil is the superstitious one, so here we go...
There is nothing like having close family around you in times of tragedy. Rhonda has enjoyed the comfort of her sister, Katherine, all week. This weekend, her other sister, Jana, arrives and will take the family support baton. Ashley and Sean will be here too. Nothing like family to make you strong.
The weaning process resumed today, with Phil on CPAP all day. No news on the fluid in the lungs, but the chest cavity tube was removed (not necessarily related to the fluid "in" the lungs). He's been sitting upright in his bed and they were planning to let him sit in a special chair today. No, Bruce, not the throne.
Boredom is starting to creep into Phil's waking hours. Fortunately, he has some respite when his "Energizer" batteries run down after a couple of hours. His mind is ready to be released, but they body just isn't quite cooperating yet. When Rhonda asked if there was anything she could bring up their to make him more comfortable, he replied, "My shoes."
He no longer allows guests to tell funny stories or jokes - the pain (from the broken ribs) is too fresh. Instead, he covers his ears when he hears a punch line coming. Apparently, not even he laughs at his jokes now.
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