You’re not supposed to take pictures in the ICU, but we all thought that my dad with his bear on his chest was so cute that we’d be forgiven, if we got caught. He has to keep the bear on his chest and hold it to him when he coughs. I’m not sure why. We asked if he’ll have to work his way up to larger stuffed animals, maybe a baby elephant or a stuffed blue whale, but they said, no, just the bear.
He’s doing a lot better today and he just has to fart and keep food down and they’ll declare him ready to go to a regular room.
The Butcher and I ran to Walgreens to get a card for him to give to Mom for Valentine’s Day and when we got back, he and Mom were both napping, she in the chair and he in his bed and when he woke up, he smiled and said, “Don’t tell the nurses that you caught your mom and I sleeping together. I’m not supposed to do that for another six weeks.”