Dixie and I saw the fingers on your other hand today. They have allowed them into the open air, with much medicinal goop slathered on them. But there they were. In all their healing glory.
Wow.
It was thrilling. Everytime we see a little more of you come out from behind those bandages, it's like getting to unwrap a gift.
And Dixie got to see your blue eyes for the first time since before all of this mess. Somehow, she'd missed all the times your eyes would open. When you open your eyes, you're still sedated. So it's not like you're fixing on anything. But I can't tell you what a comfort it is to see those cool blue pools of Hinshaw.
Also, Joan said your lung gunk is not gross. Now, let's be honest. I mean, not that we've seen it, but... of course it's gross. Still, this is a woman who sees a lot of lung gunk. And she said yours isn't nasty. And that no more ash seems to be present. And that is of great comfort to us, as we imagine less gunk in there, more air, more active alveoli.
Now, if we can just get that fever down and get your lungs to absorb more oxygen on their own...
Jeff is so right. We are all one soul. Breathing together.
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