Hump day. It fits, more or less as we seem to have passed a few of the current road blocks.
We know now that John's brain is doing a good job of absorbing the air pocket that was left behind after the initial drain. He needs to stay in the hospital for a "few more days", but his brain is perfectly capable of doing the job of healing. So that is cleared up and offers a bit of relief.
For my part, I couldn't sleep till around 1:00 again. Every time I started to relax, some alarm that was connected to John would go off. Luckily all I had to do was wake him up and in his initial "huh?" movement, he unbent whatever was triggering the alarm. Then, sometime after 1:00, they started coming in to check his vitals and so that woke me up. That and the fact that I was sleeping with rubber gloves on and in a chair-bed which is sort of like a sofa-bed but smaller and a little less comfortable. But better than a regular chair, to be sure.
Then I had to suck it up and write my principal asking about the situation with my position if I were to take the rest of the week. I just don't want John to be alone any more than he has to. I was actually scared to have that discussion. Not totally sure where the fear was based, since the other day when I called with the idea that I was done and needed to tell her that I was taking some time regardless of the consequences, I actually felt a small sense of relief. At least, I reasoned, I know what to put my energies into now. I guess it is the not-knowing that is immobilizing and, in so being, fear producing...