My baby brother is in a critical care unit following an accident on the highway late last night.
From what I know he is stable after some surgery to address an internal bleed, looking at a recovery measured in months.
I need more coffee.
He is stable. Progressing well. Off the ventilator, off most of the stabilizing meds, pain is well controlled without rhino tranquilizer.
This brother is the black sheep who left home as a teen after months of fighting and screaming matches to go live with his girlfriend and her family. Before he came off the ventilator he wrote a note to the nurse asking her to call his 'adoptive family' and have them come. Drama has ensued. I think I have felt almost every emotion humans are capable of feeling in the last 48 hours.
I got 3 hours of sleep last night before getting to the hospital at 3:58AM today.