Late Nite with DCT

January 8th, 2011 by Conor

It’s 1:08 AM. The room is dark. The kleenex is blowing in the wind of the fan. Conor’s feet smell, but mine probably do too. Danny is calm. His ICP (intracranial pressure) is a 9 and that’s a good thing. We want that number under 20. Mine is probably around a 5 or a 7. When I sneeze it might go up to a 15…just to give you an example. He has a cooling blanket on to regulate his temperature. The nurses are keeping him around 35 to 35.5 degrees Celsius. I wish I was wearing Danny’s sweatshirt, but it probably doesn’t smell like Danny anymore. Considering Conor has showered once since we got here (same goes to me, but I’m pretty sure I smell like roses) the sweatshirt smells like B.O….wait, I take that back Conor just corrected me. He’s taken three showers, I guess I’m the only smelly one. That doesn’t really matter to me though. I’d rather be here in this room with Danny than anywhere else in the world right now. Healing with him.

2 Responses to “Late Nite with DCT”

  1. Carol Says:

    Michelle, I am so glad you are helping to stand vigil with Conor and my sister Ellen. It means a lot to my family that you are there.
    On another note, I keep reading about smelly feet, dirty underwear and BO…..isn’t there a Target nearby????!!!!
    I am sending a care package to my sister today that will include several pairs of clean socks!

  2. Polly Allyn Says:

    Michelle…sister Carol really said it all. I heard such wonderful things about you over the holidays. I really hope I get the chance to meet you someday. Hang in there, sweetie…you’re my hero, and in my thoughts…Polly

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