CL has been a good sport and even let me pet her buzzed head. Soft. I had to be careful not to touch the scabs where they drilled her. I must say, CL is in better shape this weekend as compared to when I saw her right after surgery. She won't tell you, but I will. Holy crap. Originally she woke and couldn't move her left side. When I saw her, she really wasn't moving anything at all except a few fingers on her right hand. And her eyes. They would just follow me around the room as we talked. I kept thinking, "Damn, you are fucked up. Not good."
I'm still a little freaked out. Mind you, first my mom swoops in on some other lady thinking it is Crazy Lady. Then, when she finally finds the right room, she flings the door open without knocking and there is poor CL, unable to turn her head or respond except by calling out at the top of her voice, "I'm trying to go to the bathroom, can you come back in twenty minutes." Seriously, my mom set her watch and paced the halls and was ready to fling the door open again twenty minutes to the second later, but I was able to full-body block her. CL can thank me later.
CL and I have discussed my observations and I do have her blessing to post this material. In fact, we've been laughing our asses off over much of this. So no, don't go naming me CB for Crazy Bitch, even though Crazy Lady may have called me that more than a few times this weekend. She is steadily improving and is great fun to hang out with.