Atomictumor

I keep dreaming that GAC’s hand, or lower jaw, or something else is missing.  Or, whats worse, I keep waking up thinking this is a dream, and then I realize that its not GAC in bed with me, but MastaG.

Then I remember.

Just called, vitals are the same, blood pressure is low.  She’s woken up a few times, confused, and tried to pull tubes out. They sedated her again, but evidently she was able to follow commands, which I guess is more than she can do when she’s healthy.

She’s also produced some urine, which is something we’ve been needing her to do.

I’m shivering.  Going back to bed.

I love you GAC.

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