At 1am, he woke up and struggled to sit up. "Puzzle!" We did the wooden puzzle in his case. "Drumsticks!" He played along with the orchestra on television. "Crayons!" He emptied the box onto his lap, and I drew numbers for him. He seemed to understand my explanation when we got into the 20's and was successfully able to predict 25 and 26 before losing interest. Smart kid...
Okay, it sucks to be awake from 1 to 4:30am, but it's awesome to see him acting like himself again. He even smiled a little bit, and he hasn't gotten pain meds since 9 or 10 o'clock. He also seems to get the question, "Are you okay?", because he will answer yes or no depending on his feelings.
Besides, wonderful playtimes like this are why G-d invented coffee.
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