Monday, June 1

Since we just passed mile marker 3, it is probably safe to assume that we are now headed for mile marker 4. At this stage I need to watch my form. I have to make sure my shoulders aren't moving up towards my ears (and then again which direction exactly can they go). I have to make sure my top half is not falling forward or leaning back to much. Form is very important in preventing injury. What I really need to keep in check, however, are the emotions that creep up: anger, impatience, frustration, doubt...(Are you getting the picture).

This afternoon I saw Dr. Englandoff and she said Deano is doing very well (and he is looking real good in that goatee he is sporting). She said the trach button could actually be removed within the next couple of days. She also said the catheter may very well be removed, soon.

This evening when I saw Deano he appeared very relaxed. What I am looking at, first of all, is his face and then to the machine which monitors his oxygenation and his beats per minute. The goal for the oxygenation is 100 and of course the lower the better on the beats per minute. Tonight the numbers were 100 and 74 respectively.

Okay so all this has got me to thinking (okay keep the thinking jokes to yourself - I do think on occasion). And as I was driving home one evening I shared my thoughts with May. I am starting to sense that with the removal of so many things and Deano's continued progress, we may be looking for another home in the no so distant future. I will have to come up with a nice gentle way to broach the conversation with the Dr.

Time for me to put the little one to bed (ha ha I can hear you laughing. Of course I am not talking about Riley; I am talking about me).

Sweet dreams all you out there in blog land.................