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Today was better. I watched my sister become fascinated by half a popsicle for a few minutes before I broke the spell. She's so doped up. At least she's able to sit up, and to eat, even though it was just half a popsicle. She also managed to get from the chair back into bed by herself, but needed to take a nap afterwards.

Later today, the nurses are going to take her on a walk down the hallway. I got a dirty look from the RN when I suggested they get a bunch of brain surgery patients together and have a parade.

She has a really large incision on her abdomen, which is becoming much more painful now the more she moves around. It turns out the doctor had a hard time getting enough fat out of her to spackle up the hole in her head. I guess it's not always good to be a size two.

Yes, I realize my journals have been kind of a drag these past few days. I'm not trying to bring you down, I promise. A part of me, the scientific part of me, finds this whole process interesting, and thinks other people who've never experienced it might find it interesting as well. There's also another part of me that has been on this site for over a year and managed to write loads of journals and make a few friends, while divulging absolutely no personal or emotional insight whatsoever. Rest assured that part of me will be back soon, and you can once again feel comfortable calling yourself an internet porn friend to a faceless girl somewhere in the continental United States. Until then, thanks for dealing with the person behind the facelessness.