right...y'all can't read my mind...

I've gotten a couple of reminders lately that there's radio silence coming from me. This isn't because I want to conceal what's going on, but because my life, at this point, is largely revolving around Sylvana. starphire says he intends to post an update soon, so check his journal for details on her health.

Overall, things are going very well for her: they've figured out the level of Phenobarbital to give her, and she's now getting accustomed to it, so she's more and more alert. Yesterday and today, I got to nurse her; today, she was latching on like a pro. She smiles at us a lot, coos and stays awake for long stretches. It is immensely rewarding to be with her.

Between spending 8 hours a day at the hospital, though, and pumping my breasts every 2 1/2 hours, day and night, I don't have time for much else. It takes me about 9-10 hours to get 5-6 hours' worth of sleep. (I am, however, deeply grateful to get that sleep, as I was averaging about 3 hours, due to pain, for the previous week.) I still move relatively slowly, but I have more stamina. I'm down to one Percocet every five hours or so (from two every three hours), which is a big relief. I'm slowly catching up on the enormous amount I want to say in my private journal. My digestion, which was basically on hold for about four days, is gradually gearing back towards normal. I'm still emotionally labile, but not crying for an hour or two a day, or at Absolutely Nothing, which I was up til a couple of days ago. Basically, I'm doing much much much better than I was a few days ago, but I have a very long way to go before I'm well. My body and my life still feel pretty foreign to me, but I'm adjusting.

I do intend to write more than this, and I hope to get to it soon. In the meantime, I continue to be grateful for all the well-wishing and support and such. Eventually I'll have the time to take some of you up on offers of help, even...