Scream for Ice Cream

I went to Harborview after I found someone to watch Morgan--didn't think she needed anymore scares about her daddy--and I'm pleased to report that Wayne is looking better. Not so nauseous, a bit more himself, and more responsive. I was choosing his meals for tomorrow from the available menu and he definitely had an opinion but he kept closing his eyes while trying to read the menu.  I think he is still in some considerable pain and seemed to just shut his eyes not necessarily to rest or sleep, but just to focus, breathe, and get through a wave of pain.
The lunch he was served today did not appeal to him--and I'm not even sure to whom such a sandwich would've appealed... maybe an emaciated dog scavenging for food.  The up side is, we at least know he's got his appetite back.  I asked if there was anything else the nurse could bring for him, and I suggested fruity ice cream; she brought two lil' cups of strawberry and raspberry ice cream and as she showed them to me and asked if these would seem okay, he perked up, waved her over impatiently, and grabbed them and started trying to gobble them down straight away.
The surgeons placed a "drain" in his head between the scalp and the bone/skull as they were sewing him up.  Generally, a drain is a tube that collects the blood from within the body under or near the incision and area of surgery. Where the tube is inside the body and not exposed, there are holes that suck-up all the blood accumulating in that area.  The suction is created by compressing a balloon type reservoir that is at the end of the tube (that the nurses place in Wayne's hospital gown's front chest pocket... how classy). When I got there this afternoon, the drain was gone from his head.  The nurse stated that it was there when she left for her lunch break but is definitely not there anymore.  That's a good sign--no unexpected amounts of bleeding or pressure building due to blood accumulating.
He also urinated a bit on his own in the late morning, but still didn't completely empty his bladder so they will be watching that today and tonight.
And by now you have figured out that he will be staying at Harborview one more evening, which is fine by me, and although extremely surprising to me, it seemed fine by Wayne too.  And if he's not getting dressed, demanding the discharge process be sped up, sneaking out, and escaping down the elevators, then it must be the right decision to keep him there for another night because if anybody is going to push the envelope, it'd be Wayne.