January 11th, 2011 by Conor
I am getting used to nearly all of it. How could I possibly be used to this? I have even become used to seeing my brother with tubes and tape all over him. I am somehow used to the stitches and the odd way that they zig zag around his skull. There is one thing that constantly reminds me how real this all is… the sound of the respirator. Each time Danny exhales the respirator makes a faint weezing sound. It sounds like a cry for life. Danny and I both have pretty severe asthma and if it is acting up, our lungs make a sound that is nearly the same. That sound triggers a feeling of incredible discomfort. That is the only part of this that I will never get used to.
I have always been a bit of a night owl but this new schedule is another thing all together. The last two days I have gone to sleep at about 6:30 AM and slept till 3 PM. Sunset is my sunrise. I eat 3-5 times a day and am excited when I sleep more than 4 hours.
I wonder what the first thing Danny will say is. The other thing that I can’t help but wondering is how Danny is going to feel when he wakes up from all this. All 3,000 people that have been visiting this website are going to be so happy, yet, the journey will only be beginning for Danny. I can’t imagine waking up to hear the news of what happened to me and that weeks have passed while I was sleeping.
Dad just showed up for the morning shift. He is starting to cramp our style here a little on the graveyard shift! Just Kidding dad, just thought it would be funny to not tell you this in person but instead write it and have you read it once we are gone. Everything is fine with the crossover, don’t over analyze this! It was a joke.
I LOVE my friends and family! You are all amazing. I still can’t get over the overwhelming support from everyone.
I LOVE you Danny. Pull through this one dood. You got it!