A Visit From Her Nephew

Boot and I went to go see Amacker at 4:00 today. (sorry for the late posting) We ran right through the gauntlet at the check-in, where they told us no kids allowed before, and the new nurse back in the room was really sweet to Boot.

Boot is 12, and his assessment of Amacker was, "She looked a lot better than I thought she would."

He's right. She opened her eyes several times, and she moved right-side limbs quite a bit. She didn't focus on either of us, or squeeze our hands when we asked her to, but she was animated. (She might have trouble focusing because she's blind as a bat and doesn't have her contacts or glasses.) ((Just to be clear, that was a joke. She doesn't have great vision, but she remains heavily sedated. She just opens her eyes and moves sometimes, as if dreaming.))

It is worth noting that cards and letters are piling up. You guys are cute. I know you just can't resist. The notes on the back of cards are always sweet, and some of the pictures of art-cars, art-bikes, and art-people are amazing. The nurses always hand me the stack, which goes in the back of my car until she wakes up. The minute she is conscious again I'll dump them on her lap.

Oh, and the daytime nurse (sorry, I can't remember her name... grr) says she's happy to put headphones on Amacker from time to time. We'll round up her iPod and some over-the-ear headphones. She'll be tappin' her toes in no time.