Intensive care (day 3) - Christmas Eve
Anita is becoming more awake. They would prefer she wakes slowly and when there are more Doctor’s around.
1.00pm The Doctor has just explained to me her current state. They are mainly keeping her settled in the expectation she will wake up at her own pace. Some of the drugs she has taken are longer acting. In terms of her organs, there is every reason to think they should all recover over time. My major concern is if she has suffered any further brain damage. I know to well what that can bring. The Doctor explained that this would only have occured had there been a period of oxygen loss or possible massive low blood pressure before coming into hospital. As far as I am aware that is not the case. To keep fits at bay they are giving her phenetoen. More drugs to the system but necessary one’s.
A vicar is on the ward and it makes me smile to myself. I thought if he comes over and tries to talk to Anita that would really send her into relapse. Probably not a good idea to get into a theological debate with him. Both me and Anita could never conform to the dictate of a religion. A set of facts and rules, a manual for the desperate when the truth is inside. A religion is what you find when you are taught or desperate, not seeing the truth for yourself from the inside. Faith however is a whole different story.
Anita is not reacting to much, her GCS is around 7, when I first arrived it was at 3.
22.00pm Not a lot happening so I nip out and sink a couple of red wines at the pub up the road. It’s a beautiful clear star spangled night and the yellow Christmas lights on the houses look lovely.