I didn't mean to lie but here I am posting; at 2 am, no less.
He is doing much better than Monday BUT certainly not great.
I awake to all his alarms and all his moans; therefore, I have not had much sleep but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else other than in last week with the ability to change events and know this wasn't going to happen. But it Did happen and no matter how much I wish for it not to be so, it IS and I can't do anything to bring back time and fix it. So, I am here, snatching bits of sleep and trying to give comfort, when I can, and watching.
The I-pad (don't hate me---it was a gift) doesn't allow me to post pictures (as far as I can tell). Jeff took some pictures in the ER telling him, that "chicks dig scars" but they make me very sad.
I wish I could have bubble wrapped him from head to toe.
IF it could have stopped this.