No, no. Stop that. Put that back on.

While we were in the hospital, Dan would ask me about Moose (our dog) every so often. I didn't go home every day, and if I didn't go home, I would have either my parents or Lavinia run by and check on him. The first night I went home, which I believe was Sunday night (the night I first wrote about what was going on), Moose couldn't figure out where Dan was. He found one of Dan's tshirts lying around, and he drug it with him from room to room, looking for Dan. It was pitiful. He slept on it, he layed on it, he whined on it. He was totally heartbroken that Dan wasn't home. This went on the whole time Dan was inpatient. When Dan asked me how Moose was, and I told him how sad he was, he'd say "Poor thing, He probably thinks you took me back to the pound!" haha.
Last night, when we got home,.. oh boy! I really should have recorded Moose's reaction. He saw my car, and his little head popped up out of the grass. He slowly got up to his feet and saw that Dan was in the car too. When Dan opened the door, he came bouncing,.. yes, BOUNCING up to the gate! He was running around himself in circles and jumping and panting and licking. Pure joy! I just smiled and thought to myself "I know how you feel, Moose. I know how you feel!"

Today, Friday, we got up and Dan had an appetite! He was so excited, he took me to breakfast at Denny's, and then to the grocery store to get some foods that he can eat. When we came home, I cleaned out the fridge and threw away all of the bad foods, and hid the Pepsi. He's decided to try to quit. I'm so proud of him. He hasn't had one in a week now, and you'd just have to know him to know hwat a huge thing that is. Words cannot express.

I have to tell y'all the funny thing that we laughed about in CCU on Tuesday. It was 6am, and I wasn't supposed to be in Dan's room yet, but if they didn't want me in there, they should have locked the door better. :) He was just waking up, and I was standing by his bed, holding his hand and we were talking. This really loud nurse walked by, a tall guy, kinda young. Dan said "You hear him? All night long, he kept yelling at the guy in the room next to me." I was kinda intrigued, so I asked what he was yelling about. He said "I don't know. He just kpet saying 'No no, Mr. So-and-so, Stop that. Put that back on." I was really intrigued now. I asked him "Don't you want to know what it was he was doing in there?!" and Dan laughed and said "I most certainly do not!" I told him I had a mental image of an old scrawny man, standing in his hospital bed, gown wide open, swinging his blood pressure cuff by the cord and shaking his hips with a micheivious grin on his face. It has kinda turned into our inside joke now. We just randomly look at one another and put our hand on our hip and say "No no, Dan. Stop that. Put that back on!"
We are so weird. haha.

Now that Dan is doing fantastic and seems to be on the right track for getting better and better everyday, I would like to ask you to focus your prayers on the Tesnear and Tracy families, as their loved ones are still in critical care. I'm not sure about the Tracy family, but Ms. Tesnear was to have brain surgery today to alleviate some swelling. They were trying at all costs to not have to do surgery, because it would be a very dangerous and difficult case, but apparently that was not how things turned out. I haven't heard the results of the surgery, but I have seen all of your prayers work this week and I know they could sure use them. Thank you again for everything. You are all the best!!

Much Love,
Trudy