Good morning everyone and yes, today is a good day!
Yesterday when I called the ICU, Chris was sitting up in bed, unrestrained and eating breakfast. I asked the nurse if he was more lucid then the day before and she said he's a whole different Chris this morning. Mom and dad sat and had a real good cry.
Dad has sat and thought this through somewhat. Dad is going to step back and let Mr. Young handle his own affairs about the finances and hospital. He's 22 now and he's been living with Savannah at her mom and dads house and it doesn't look like he's remotely interested in coming home even temporarily, though he may not have a choice, when this is all said and done.
The hospital social worker came in this morning to see him about financial aid, so I'm just going to stand back and let him find out exactly what being an adult is all about. I did warn him not to sign anything from any insurance company that may or may not come in to talk to him. Savannah's family has been busy with the funeral arrangements and so forth and once it settles a bit, I'm going to find out if they've hired an attorney or if I should seek one out for him alone. I know there is little time to waste, but I can't just barge into the families thoughts at the moment.
Last night, we got home and both of us fell asleep within minutes. It was as if a huge huge weight had been lifted from our shoulders simply knowing that we were indeed looking at anesthesia effects and not brain damage. While I don't sleep good, I slept fairly well and even slept in until 8 am. Got up and there were messages on the machine already. Guess who wants a cigarette?
Thank all of you for your continued prayers and support. Perhaps God doesn't listen to me anymore or maybe that's just a feeling on my part, but he sure has listened to all of you!
