It's all starting to fade into one formless span of time. I believe it's Thursday. I know that because there is a clock that says the date as well as the time.
It seems sort of a shame that I even need to say such a thing, but given people's experiences, it's important.
Through this process so far, which shockingly has been barely more 48 hours yet, I feel treated like a person and I have seen Ronnie treated like a person without fail at all times by every person we've come in contact with. I can't say we've loved every single person but we interacted with, the occasional person being a bit annoying and a little condescending, but even they seemed genuinely interested in helping. They were trying to interact in a human fashion, but maybe just didn't really know how.
It's now about 29 hours post, and so far everything seems to be proceeding in a routine fashion, if there is such a thing in these cases. Ronnie is uncomfortable and dozy, but seems incredibly much herself for so soon after surgery. I'm taking things as easy as I can; they've let me sit here in the ICU as long as I want and tolerate my occasionally asking for or about things.
The other thing that occurs to me at this point is how you just can't take anything for granted. I try not to in general; I'm grateful for everything. But it never hurts to get a rude reminder of some sort.
We're at a point of waiting for the next step. Ronnie got out of bed to sit in a chair for a while, and we've had some visitors, but that's all the action so far.
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