Stabilization?

Liam is more stable now - and we hope that with this line we don't jinx everything again.  The truth is that she lives in between medication doses.  We became a bit more observant.  Rather than wait for a certain medication to lose affect and for Liam to be in pain again, we noticed that the pulse and respiratory rates on the monitor are on the rise just before she's OOWWWie again.  So we keep one eye on the monitor and ask the nurse for medication accordingly.  So far it works well.  We'll see.

When she's not drugged out, Liam is more of her old self:  speaks, jokes, focused.  Even her hand is moving under full control of her brain again (which is good news/bad news:  she's pulling on the many wires and hoses that hook to her body everywhere).

The Mobile Laundry Basket
I never had any motivation problems when it comes to exercise.  If I'm healthy and has the time, I'm out and about.  But I always insisted exercising in my own certain conditions:  outdoors, leaving from the house and returning there, for free.  That was never a problem - until Liam checked into the hospital.  Suddenly I didn't have any time left. 
But I noticed that I do have the time when I'm at work - at lunch time.  However, I hated exercising away from the house or indoors.  I hated having to change in a public locker room and to shower there.  I hated the need to take cloths in a bag and to return the sweaty ones home.  So for a while I didn't exercise. 
Until I realized I was being a baby.  And I realized how lucky I am that the office provides for several FREE exercise facilities (fitness room, basketball court, racket ball).  So I made the little switch in my head and now I'm schlepping clean cloths to work and sweaty laundry back home every day - and I'm happy.  A little switch - that's all that it took to free me from myself.  Now I'm exercising indoors on all those devices I always hated - and I'm a happy camper.  I still prefer to ride my bike on the bike path, but now I feel free with all these new options.