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Ex-wife update

She's better. My ex-wife may even make it - though it'll be a long road to full recovery.

We went to see her last week, and she was finally out of bed and sitting up in a chair - still incoherent, though, and not very responsive, mostly because of the drugs. Then later in the week, she was feeling better, sitting up again, though still in ICU. She was responsive this time, but as she had a massive tracheotomy, she could not talk.

She kept trying to tell me something, but I wasn't getting it - she tried basic ASL, which I never did learn (girls in high school and college always used it to try to talk about me in front of my back, but I never did pick it up) so I was wishing Tigger thinks of Prancer was there to translate. Then the nurse came in and did nurse stuff.

"You doing okay?" she asked her.

Susan nodded. I just said, "We're having some trouble communicating."

The nurse said, "Well, maybe we can see about changing that trach soon so you can talk."

I said, "Nah, she's my ex-wife. We're used to not being able to communicate."

Both of them laughed at that, which is when I knew Susan would be okay - if my jokes don't kill her first.

Well, over the weekend they moved her out of the ICU and into a standard hospital room. Yesterday, she was able to talk - though barely above a whisper - and we brought her some books on CD so she wouldn't die of boredom.

Some people may think, "she's your ex; why do you care?" Well, she's a human being that I know, so I care. Life's too short to hold grudges.