Beautiful Cynicism III

J’essaye de garder un peu d’espoir, malgré quelques mauvaises nouvelles, et la mauvaise humeur de presque tous les gens autour de moi. C’est compréhensible; nous vivons une situation difficile. Il y a exactement une semaine que mes parents étaient dans l’accident d’auto, ma grand-mère est toujours à l’hôpital, la famille attend toujours des nouvelles… My baba woke up from her sedation on schedule, and was answering questions by either blinking her eyes or raising her eyebrows. Progress. However, in the 2 days since then, she’s largely just slept. No more opening of the eyes, no more wiggling of the toes, no more gripping of the hands. This is discouraging for the ICU doctor, who continuously reminds us in hushed tones that “this is not good”. The neurology team, however, is of the opinion that this isn’t a serious setback. Nobody, unfortunately, can figure out why she’s sleeping so much. Every test, every scan, every x-ray they do comes out normal. Which only proves one thing, in my mind: that even with all the knowledge and technology that modern medicine brings us, there is still something mysterious about the human body and its inner workings, and that we can’t know everything that’s happening, or why. And while prognoses and timelines are all well and good, in the end all that matters is what the body is actually doing. Pour le moment, la condition de ma grand-mère est stable, et ses médecins étaient rendus perplexe par son comportement. Elle est une énigme. Et je pense qu’elle aimerait cela.

In the meantime, I have slipped back into recovery mode with my elbow – my healing suffered a setback when I slipped and fell as I was leaving the hospital last night. Someone had spilled coffee on the floor just outside the ICU visitor’s lounge, and I took a tumble… landing directly on my already-damaged arm. Je me dis que le mois de juillet 2006 est le mois d’enfer…