November 15th, 2016

flesh

Owl Eyebrows.

Which service, please?


Dad is back on a ward. Making the adjustment from Critical Care to ward life is really difficult. The noise, the people and the constant feeling of being in someone's way is a stark contrast to the past four weeks of solitary.

The ward he's been moved to seems utterly chaotic, and it perpetually reeks of poop. However, the team there has prior experience with Locked-in Syndrome.

Dad has regained some control over his right eyebrow. He makes me think of a mildly disgruntled owl.