She's upstairs, top floor, private room in the corner, with a nice view. And most importantly, out of ICU!
Pretty happy is she. Had a fun ride from ICU up to her room. The woman driving her bed had trouble keeping her IV machine within 3 feet of the bed, so Alexa was holding on to her IV tubes for dear life--had she not been, they would have been yanked out more than once. She was smiling, and as she was moving into the new bed she spied the sink outside her room and asked me "pop, how about we wash my hair now???"
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