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beansideWe've made it to Friday!! Whoohoo!
Yesterday was a long day. My sister went over to the hospital at 10am to visit with Dad and to inform the doctor that if he is extubated and crashes, they're to let him go. They immediately wanted to extubate, and Jess went back over to be there while I worked.
The extubation went well, they told him to cough, and he did, and the tube was out. He was still a little scattered, but he could handle basic commands, but all he'd say was "shit." Which, I mean, fair. I wanted to say shit a lot, too.
By the time I picked up my sister at 4:30, he was doing well. He'd told her that he loved her, and the dog. (and the rest of us, too.). His voice is scratchy and high from the tube, so my sister says he sounds like a one of the Munchkins from the Wizard of Oz. His favorite word at the moment is "no." Which again, fair. "Can I suction some of the snot out of your mouth?" "No."
We'll see how it goes, I guess. For the moment, he's alive and seems relatively with it. How with it? We'll find out as time goes on. But it's more than I thought we'd get.
Now I just need to figure out who is going to see him this weekend. I figure I'll probably go on Sunday, since I have work today and then game. And then on Saturday, I have head spa, then game.
It's not quite as heavy a game weekend as it could be. Just one game on Saturday.
Okay, time for me to go forth and get myself ready for work. Everyone have a most excellent Friday!
Yesterday was a long day. My sister went over to the hospital at 10am to visit with Dad and to inform the doctor that if he is extubated and crashes, they're to let him go. They immediately wanted to extubate, and Jess went back over to be there while I worked.
The extubation went well, they told him to cough, and he did, and the tube was out. He was still a little scattered, but he could handle basic commands, but all he'd say was "shit." Which, I mean, fair. I wanted to say shit a lot, too.
By the time I picked up my sister at 4:30, he was doing well. He'd told her that he loved her, and the dog. (and the rest of us, too.). His voice is scratchy and high from the tube, so my sister says he sounds like a one of the Munchkins from the Wizard of Oz. His favorite word at the moment is "no." Which again, fair. "Can I suction some of the snot out of your mouth?" "No."
We'll see how it goes, I guess. For the moment, he's alive and seems relatively with it. How with it? We'll find out as time goes on. But it's more than I thought we'd get.
Now I just need to figure out who is going to see him this weekend. I figure I'll probably go on Sunday, since I have work today and then game. And then on Saturday, I have head spa, then game.
It's not quite as heavy a game weekend as it could be. Just one game on Saturday.
Okay, time for me to go forth and get myself ready for work. Everyone have a most excellent Friday!
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Date: 2024-08-16 04:12 pm (UTC)