January 8th, 2011 by Conor

It’s midnight again and my shift just started. I am tired, this process is exhausting, but luckily, I have Michelle by my side for company.

There has been a lot of talk over the week about how patients in comas can hear a lot of what you do and that they can feel your presence. I really hope he doesn’t remember the nurse gently whispering into his ear “Danny, it’s time for your suppository.” Sorry Danny, but that was a great moment in my life. I now have a comeback that I can use for at least a month. So, if you could hurry up and wake up, I am anxious for you to resume your old ways of making fun of me.

I wonder how many friend requests Danny will have on Facebook when this is all done. I bet it will be a LOT.

For some reason I can’t stop smiling thinking about Ian Stacey sitting half way around the world in Australia with a shaved head in Danny’s honor. I hope others will follow your lead, you are a great friend to our whole family.

I really hate bragging but no question Toumarkine’s have the best laughs around. I’m looking forward to the next time I cry laughing with Danny about one thing or another– even though there is a good chance it will be at my expense.

Last night finally just caught up to me. I feel like I have never been this tired before. I will probably find a way to experience even higher levels of exhaustion over the weeks to come.

Until Tomorrow… Love you DCT. Stay strong. You’re the bomb!

—Conor