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Clem and I left the hospital yesterday around 1:oo. We were in our bed and sleeping soundly by 2:00. After a 2 hour nap we got up for food and to wash the hospital from out body and clothes. An hour later Clem wanted to play scrabble so he could concentrate on something other than the hole healing in his head and the pain that it was producing. It sucks being beat by a man who was just released from a neurological intensive care unit and is high on pain killers but it is something that I have grown accustom to and it gives him such great pleasure to thrash me.

We called it an early night and slept long and hard waking at intervals attempting to make his head comfortable and telling each other our crazy dreams. At one point Clem mumbles to me that he his is going to go back to sleep and think happy thoughts and hopefully that will produce some happy dreams. I can't even begin to imagine what scenes are playing themselves out in his brain. For some reason I thought of all the animals that live under big heavy rocks and what it must feel like for someone to come along one day and lift it up, look, and then drop it back down. How do all the animals continue on with life wondering if that will happen again and then I visualize Clem's brain experiencing those same questions as the surgeon closes up the hole in his head. Exhaustion can sometimes be like a really weird acid trip!!

Anyway, we are up and about this morning. Clem is still weak and struggling with both nausea and pain. I think the pain pills are producing the nausea but they are NECESSARY at this point in time so we are taking it easy with loud noise, bright lights, and sudden moves. We have such an amazing house for resting and this morning we just laid in the bed watching the green leaves gently flutter on the trees outside our window attempting to let the negative images of being in the hospital once again fly off in the breeze.