Give me the finger

Dearest Dad,

As you will have read, if you're reading these in order, a few days ago, the PT gave us an assignment to massage your fingers to reduce the swelling. I love it. It gives me a little job to do when I'm there talking or singing to you.

But you may hate it.

I can't tell. You're still under deep sedative, and your responses, when they come, are mostly limited to eyebrow raising and a little shrug action that you do sometimes.

When you respond in this way, you could be thinking, "Oh, thank you, that feels great. I love you, sugar."

Or, you could be thinking, "Would you STOP that?? You are driving me NUTS! Everytime I hear you come in the room, GerRee, I think, Oh great. She's here to milk me. Moooooo. I can't wait to get this thing out of my throat and tell you to cut it out!"

I can't wait for you to, either, Dad! Bring. It. On.

End of day update: Only 50% oxygen mix from your ventilator and your pulse ox was at 100%. And the doctor said he's quite pleased with the progress of your burns. You're doing so good.