Jun 27, 2008 19:08
They took her off the machine now. She's breathing on her own.
Correction, she's been breathing on her own for a whole half hour now. The doctors reassured me that she will keep on breathing on her own, but they'll keep monitoring her closely for the rest of the day. If anything happens, they'll put her back on.
Simon came by again, for support. I'm so grateful toward him. I really wish Philip was here, though. I should try giving him a ring some time.
I went outside for a bit with Simon, before they took her off the machine, and we talked a bit. He offered me a hit of his joint, but I said no. I didn't want to risk it. Simon was all right with it, of course. I had a couple puffs of a cigarette though, but that was it. He stayed for a while after they took Liz off the machine. He left fifteen minutes ago.
I'm sitting by her bedside this time, thinking about what to say, holding her hand. I begged her to come back to me, but nothing has happened... yet.
But I'll try to be strong. I'll try.
smoke,
love,
simon borkin,
liz,
hospital