Momma sent me home for a few hours so I could wash clothes and see my children. I’m glad I came, ’cause it smells like a dog in here, and we don’t OWN a dog.
Daddy had a pretty rough patch yesterday–something akin to seizures, but it was determined by a neurologist today that it was not, in fact, seizures but just the rapid plummet of his heart rate and blood pressure due to his natural need to cough after they removed his breathing tube. He looked B A D last night–really, really, really bad–but he looked better when I saw him at 11:00.
He is on stand-by to be re-intubated should the need arise and is also on stand-by for dialysis. He is making very slow but very consistent progress, so they are just keeping a very close eye on him to see if he appears to be losing ground. The intubation and dialysis would be more to give him a little boost over the hump rather than as drastic measures to save his life.
He is awake and aware some of the time we are in there–he recognizes us and can move everything on command AND still knows who the current President of the United States is though the date and day of the week get fuzzy since Tuesday is the last day he remembers.
Momma is doing well–I’m making sure she eats–we keep the phone lines tied up after visits to let everyone know how he’s doing. She is, in fact, in with him right now as 2:00 is a visiting time and it’s 2:08, so I expect a call from her soon.
Off to cook my family a meal, wash some jeans, and fumigate the house before going back to the hospital later tonight.