Funny Old World

Today has been a magical day - who'd have thought that a week after being in Intensive Care Madam would be free of her machines and sitting up in bed playing chuck-the-bricks-off-the-bed while wearing pink bunny ears? Funny old world.

The ultrasound shows the lungs are virtually clear of fluid. The heart is not, but is healing and so far the fibrous tissue is not affecting function. She has had a higher temperature today, but they are content to just watch it, her tummy bug seems less...violent.

Just to hear her giggle as I scrambled to pick up the bricks was amazing. She ate a hearty lunch and enjoyed reading her book on Dad's knee. She deteriorated slightly early evening, but is sleeping soundly now. Is it too much to hope we are over the worst?