I spent a few hours with Danny at the hospital this morning. It was a fairly uneventful visit (which is a good thing). His temperature had dropped, he was breathing well and trying to figure out how to eat and drink again. He was still a little loopy from all his medicine. The nurses and I exchanged some funny glances and stifled laughter on a few occasions!
He did say something that I was amazed by and it is worth passing on. At one point the nurse asked if he was okay or if there was anything else she could do for him. He said,"Nope, I'm perfect." She said, "Do you mean your temperature is perfect--not too hot or too cold?" He replied, "No, I'm the most perfect I've felt in days. I'm not dizzy, I can drink water when I want, I'm not in pain and I'm the perfect temperature. I'm perfect!" I was so impressed by his ability to look for the good in his current situation instead of dwelling on all that is hard and miserable. I think I need to try harder to do the same.