I got to bring my son home yesterday. He still has the blood clot, but they say his prognosis is excellent. They gave us instructions on what he can and can't do. His head hurts, but he has medication for that, but there is something different about him. He is not sleeping as much, and his headaches are getting better, but, of course I still worry. I feel sometimes like he is made out of glass, and I must be so careful with him. As he would say, Mama, that's bullshit. But I can't help it. I go in his room and take a peek at him from time to time. He just seems so much quieter, but I guess that is part of the healing process. His blood pressure is down, which is wonderful. I feel confidant that he will be ok.
I wanted to thank everyone for all their kind comments, and prayers, because every prayer, every good thought counts.
It's strange. I know he is a grown man, and perfectly able of making his own decisions, but, it is hard for me not to try to "keep him from getting hurt". I have even said, believe it not, quit playing with that, you might poke someone's eye out. I think, I have turned into my Mother. Not necessarily a bad thing, but something I had wished to avoid.
Again, thanks for your thoughtful and caring comments.