| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- that is all.. Ugh, so much changed since that last entry. I can't even begin to relay everything that's happened--at least not without having a complete fucking meltdown. Instead I'll start with the good news: T. is home. He was taken by ambulance from the hospital to an airport in Arkansas and then flown via a Medavac plane to the airport here (4,000 miles) and then taken directly to another hospital. G accompanied him on the flight. The rest of Team T flew home this afternoon and C & I will be picking them up at an airport tonight. Yes, that's right--the guy who we thought "just" had a concussion, road rash and a fractured eye socket (oh and the coma, I guess we can't forget the coma) actually suffered from "brain shear" which is essentially as fucking scary as it sounds. Scary and accounts for the two weeks-worth of craziness that's happened. The question is if he experienced said brain shear in the accident--or as a result of falling from his hospital bed two weeks ago Sunday. After the fall, no one left his side. Ever. They each took 8 hour shifts every day and dealt with his hours-long bouts of confusion, aggression and near-violence. They also took turns dealing wtth the increasingly belligerent hospital staff and then ethics boards. There were threats of lawsuits and lawyers. The hospital staff, which previously said he shouldn't be sedated or fly without medical supervision, suggested G. just dose him up on Ativan and fly him home. It has all just been horrible. And now he is coming home and going straight to the hospital and then in-patient rehab and he may be there for months and he may never be able to paint or play music again, much less return to his job as a contractor. All this and now there are mixed reports about what caused the accident and it seems as though someone may be covering something up. More talk of lawyers. But none of that is important. At all. What's important now is that they insist he'll be OK. Mostly. With rehab, his brain should rewire itself. His body will grow strong again, his mind will grow strong again. What's important is that G's been a fucking champ throughout all of this; even texting me funny, macabre jokes and asking me about my mother's health. He's home where his virtual army of friends can take care of him and support G and that's what matters. That. Is. All 5:10 pm - 04.10.13
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