Perhaps my doom and gloom was premature. Jeremy has settled into a new routine that involves Lorazepam and morphine but also stretches of contentment and communication. He definitely still has his sense of humor.
He finds it easier to breathe if there is air movement and cold temperatures. I can relate, as a super claustrophobic person - air and cold definitely stave off panic attacks. But on a day to day basis, with my own neuroses under control, it is freaking cold in here. Everyone is wearing sweatshirts and huddling under blankets, and my hands and feet are white and numb.
Today Jeremy moved from his office chair to the recliner and Jess said let’s turn on the ceiling fan (which makes it exponentially colder). Without thinking, I said “Do we have to?”
Jeremy indicated that he wanted to use the eye gaze machine. After a few minutes the eye gaze voice said:
“Thank you for the fan.”
I love him.
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