Done day before yesterday (20090428)

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A big day for Colleen - she walked 60 feet, and did multiple transfers. The electrical stimulation seems to be helping a lot, too.

Confirmed a Tempered Glass concert with White Blossom the Thursday before Baycon, and agreed to arrange for a talk by cflute on data mining at work.

Even though I put in a reasonably full day at work, and had wonderful, if quiet, time with Colleen and Jen, I don't have the feeling that I did very much.

Done yesterday (20090428)

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I took a day's worth of vacation yesterday because I wanted to spend more time with the lovely jenkitty before she went home. It was a wonderful visit -- she needed the break, and I needed some companionship and support. We win.

Our friendship has clearly settled down into the kind of brother-sister relationship I have with pocketnaomi -- we got there a lot more quickly and smoothly, in part because I'd been there before. It was new to her. Which is odd -- I'm not usually the worldly, experienced one compared to anyone older than my daughters.

Jen and I had lunch at Red Lobster with Colleen; it was relaxed and happy. Colleen keeps getting stronger and more confident; she did 10 sit-stand-sits in the afternoon, once without hands (which surprised the heck out of her PT). In the evening she was frustrated and sad over how little time she's had with our guests. Seeing her upset hurts a lot.

She'll be home the day after tomorrow.

River: end of an era

Colleen is coming home Friday!

I should be excited and happy. Instead, I'm worried, depressed, a few things I can't identify, and totally unmotivated. We're having the bedroom steam-cleaned tomorrow afternoon, and a pair of hospital beds installed tomorrow evening. I'm still not entirely packed, and the bed is still assembled.

I understand some of it. I have no idea how much care Colleen is going to need. I'm stressed because I'm almost certainly not going to be able to go to work tomorrow morning -- I'll need to clean and vacuum the bedroom floors. And so on.

Also, we've had that bed for around a quarter-century, if I remember correctly. I built it myself. Colleen grieved over chaoswolf leaving the house -- I appear to be grieving our old bed. The YD just took the mattress up to her room. I'll be sleeping on an air mattress tonight. Our lives have changed, over the last few months; I have no idea what the new "normal" will be like -- it's change, and unknown, and it scares me.

Whatever the reason, I have a great deal to do by tomorrow noon, and I'm not doing it. Instead, I'm sitting here wingeing into my posting client.

Not a happy bear.