Tole is off the respirator, albeit still groggy and more than a bit grouchy.
When the Dilaudid isn’t having him seeing rabbits, alien infiltrators and the occasional Soviet agent (sometimes all at once) he can hold a fairly lucid conversation — so we’re pretty certain he’s going to be okay.
Well, that, and when his wife came in and gave him a hug, he cleared first base and was well to rounding second afore she could get loose.
I’m not sure who blushed brighter, his lady or his mother — who happened to be sitting at bedside.
They should have already moved him to a regular bed, or tending to it first thing in the morning.
That’s a load off my mind, and I’m for bed and the first good nights sleep I’ve had in a bit.
I’d like to thank you all for your prayers and your good thoughts. They meant more than you’ll ever know.
Back to your regular blogging tomorrow.