Today, on three separate occasions while not asleep, the hiccups stopped for brief periods of time--15 - 20 minutes each time--leaving Ed the pleasure of remembering what it was like not to be hiccupping. And at the last meal of the day, he asked for a little more. So these are records to appreciate, progress to note. The pain and the pain meds are much reduced: about 3 percocets/day. Also, he now has a pair of sweat pants that are of the appropriate length and a discrete navy blue.
I was thinking this afternoon that probably what we both would like to do is just go to bed and sleep until this stage is over. I'm trying to keep us both in mind that we have some work to do other than sleeping, however, and that time needs to be attended to...that is, the time we have. Ed has his walking and his inspirometer and eating; I have the ordinary stuff of life, much of which seems to be pursuing dust because when the sun shines it is much more apparent that it is otherwise. Also, when you spend a lot more time in a single room (as I am, as he is), you are much more aware of any disorder than you usually are. And then, there are tax papers to gather up, bills to pay, email, etc., etc. By now the tiny meals take almost no time to prepare, and especially when friends bring by little pieces of those meals.
We both, mostly, stay in the moment. The future is beyond my ken; the past is more likely to remind me of what we no longer have...the illusion of forever. So, it's right now: that's what we have. And it's not bad; it's just a little slow.