Eric’s cognitive level was pretty cool this morning, but once the doctor checked in with him, Eric was sleeping again. Thank goodness Eric’s nurse saw some of the things I did so she could back me up. We had a little “chat” Eric and I and what I gathered is that he remember the dogs, the fact that he’s a mortgage broker, he remember his family and his friends, he knows he’s at the hospital still, but he still doesn’t remember anything from yesterday. What brought tears to my eyes was when I asked if Eric could promise me to fight through his, he gave me thumbs up for the longest time. He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulled me towards him and he actually gave me a hug with his left arm.
I was an absolute mess when I walked into Eric’s room this morning. It’s hard to watch your husband restrained in bed; his hands, arms and upper body is tied down for his own safety. I lost it. And you know what, I’ve noticed that every since the day of the accident when I feel down or just loose it; there’s always something good waiting around the corner. For the longest time I thought it was my mind making things up, but it’s true. These days when I fall apart, I keep my eyes open, waiting for that little thing to make me strong again. Today I found out that our very good Scottish friend is flying in from South Africa to see Eric. Yesterday it was a good song on the radio, and my dogs goofing off. Last week it was a phone call from a friend in Sweden, my friend’s daughter was born, and a humming bird outside my window. You are right there when I need you the most, and I appreciate it. My advice to you is to always look for that little positive thing around you. It will help you get through everything. No matter how difficult the situation looks like, there’s always hope.