Taylor had her dressing replaced for the stoma (hole) of her tracheostomy. While looking at it, the care givers told her she would likely have a scar but that she could easily put make up over it. She responded that she wouldn’t mind having a few battle scars and plans to display the spot proudly. A nurse then told a story of another patient who went around explaining her car accident scars as a hippopotamus attack. Taylor is still deciding how she plans to explain her scars.
Taylor and I also had some good conversations about her medicine and how to handle her sleep, or lack thereof, for the last two days. She is back in charge and more or less managing her own affairs, health care wise.
She has also returned to a phrase she used to say all the time when she was a teenager. “Daaaa-ad,” complete with eye role! She is really getting back to her old self more and more each day.