Update Four (Or Five?), By Equuschick

EDIT: This is Update, Five Now. The FYG is totally discharged, the FYB continues to improve and is able to have fluids now. He is still in alot of pain and it will be a bit before he comes hom


It is Sunday afternoon, and The Cherub, Pipsqueak, and JennyAnyDots are home.
This blessing was made possible by the the kindess of people all across the country. The brother-in-law of a preacher in our area lives in the area of the accident and he drove all three of them half-way, where a young man and his girlfriend met them and drove them all the many hours left till home.

All three are healthy and whole, but desperately sore and exauhsted. The Cherub, in particular, is prone to breaking into tears at regular intervals because she is sore and does not know why or what to do about it, and because she is disoriented and confused. She is thrilled to be home, and gave The Equuschick and the HG bear hugs last night and wanted to sit on our laps and she sat on The Equuschick's for about twenty minutes with her arms around The EC's neck. And she then signalled to her bedroom and was taken to her very own bed. This development pleased her so much that she laughed and pointed to her bed saying, "go bed!" in her very own way.

The FYG is to be released from the hospital today, and was pleased to inform her sisters over the phone that she is finally allowed to eat.

The FYB had an MRI last night and we have yet to hear the results, in the meantime he had a solid three or four hours of sleep last night which is the most he's had yet. He woke up at 3 am and said "my stitches hurt", which was actually a good thing because once they knew the location of most his pain they were able to take care of things in all the right places. If the results from the MRI are good, they will only hold him a day or two more and then the last remaining four of the Common Room family will be on their way home as well.

The HM's boss has called with offers of help and groceries, and will be stopping by this afternoon. The Equuschick's boss and co-worker are covering for her at the animal shelter this afternoon (usually she feeds and cleans on Sundays), and our preacher's wife invited all of us over for lunch and we have had more offers for help than one can imagine.
In short, we continue to be moved to tears many times a day by the servant hearted, loving, and kind people around us and we thank God for His loving care and provision.

*Postcript- As priorities go in times like these, The Equuschick's dogs are rather low, but be that as it may she feels it worth mentioning that they are distraught and confused. They know that something is wrong but they don't know what, and they know that their schedule is out of whack and they aren't getting as much attention as they were just two days ago, and they don't know quite what to do about it. The poor Zeus child has regressed to behaviors he hasn't displayed in months, and in about 24 hours he ate two loaves of bread and two pieces of chicken off dinner plates, one package of cookies and one package of feta cheese, and he got into the garbage once. Poor baby, The Equuschick wants to hold him in her lap and tell him that everything is okay and it isn't his fault.
/Ending Equuschick's Silly Priorities.