Doctor: He'll probably go home in four to five days.
My mom: Oh, that's great!
Doctor: Soon this will be just a distant memory.
My mom: Yeah, he doesn't even remember the accident!
Doctor: Well, what I mean is, uh, you know, this is something he'll get over and he'll have lived through, you know. It didn't affect his memory.
My mom: OH. Ok, yeah. Yeah, definitely.
My mom's a dork.
Brother dear is doing good. Moved out of ICU last night, on to a regular room. Last night I was talking to a very nice woman in the waiting room, whose husband was having surgery on his heart, and I told her all the things that were broken on my brother. I said, "he's very lucky to be alive." And the woman said, "no, not lucky... he's very blessed."