Pooped

After a late night mix up with “where does mike go?”, he ended up on the fourth floor in a temporary recovery room over night.  If you’ll remember Mike’s conversation with Sylvette,  waking in the morning is now Mike’s favorite time of the day.   But not today.  This morning he awoke to unfamiliar faces, in pain in an unfamiliar place, for a patient with a brain injury, probably not a great way to begin the day.   By mid-morning, he was finally back in his room on the fifth floor.  Mike had little time to rest between hospital red tape and three new evaluations for therapy (don’t get me started!) and then three full hours of therapy…Mike looked and felt like he had been run over by a truck.  He was physically and mentally tapped out.

Let’s hope a good nights rest leads to a better tomorrow.  Good night Michael.  Good night John boy.