Good idea, Mama Z. I’ll bring him a baggie of cereal this morning. I already brought him a little bit of salad the other night (hence, the Italian dressing comment).
Odd: he told me last night that the Lorazepam/Ativan helps him relax and sleep but that Xanax does absolutely bupkis. They’re both benzos …
Happy dance hasn’t stopped. His progress is happening so fast now, you probably do need to take the chainsaw to your inlaw’s attic this weekend. HURRAY!!!
He spent the entire day yesterday off the vent. He did well … so well, in fact, that they didn’t re-vent him and he spent the whole night last night off the vent. I knew that was what they planned, but didn’t post that last night because, frankly, I didn’t want to jinx anything. Saw him this morning and he was doing great! Said he got a decent night’s sleep finally because he was breathing on his own rhythm instead of what the machine “wants,” and was nibbling on an omelet when I came in.
The plan is to not hook him back up until/unless he has breathing difficulties, his stats go down, or he otherwise is in distress. If he can go three full days (and nights) without needing any oxygen, they’re gonna just wheel the vent on outta his room. In addition, if (if!) he keeps progressing like this, he’s likely to be out of acute care and into in-patient physical therapy rehab by around Thanksgiving.
His recovery is snowballing. Really, it’s amazing how much stronger he seems each day. In addition, word is spreading through the ICU that their favorite patient (and one they ALL got to care for, b/c he was there so damn long) is getting better, so while I was there this morning a pair of ICU nurses came by to see for themselves. They were both so amazed at how much better he’s doing, and to finally hear the voice of a patient they’d been caring for all those weeks.
Protip: hospital food kinda sucks. But breakfast there seems to be reliably edible. So, if you wind up in the hospital, eat your breakfast - it’s the most important (and tastiest) meal of the day!
Every time I open the Dope, this is the first thread I look for, and I’m so thrilled at the progression he’s making. It really makes me happy, for a person I’ll never meet.
This is the part that brought tears to my eyes! I can imagine how many people they lose and never hear their voices; your husband’s a miracle to them!
Continued recovery to your Other Shoe!
I’ll warn him about pancakes. We can just make a batch once he’s home. He’ll be in charge of measuring and mixing, as he’s the precise one.
For a long time, I felt the same way each time I walked into the hospital: “Oh, what now?”
Yeaaaahhh, that part was difficult, seeing the, ah, *turnover * rate of the ICU and knowing - just by glancing sidelong at them as they were lying there when I walked past their rooms - that there was no way in hell most of them were getting better. I had a stark realization one night: "OH! :smack: That’s why they have such strict visiting hours here - so they have private time to wheel out the … ah, let’s not go there … "
Whatever. Happier times now. Happier times. And seeing trained medical professionals saying “Wow! You’re doing so much better!” with big wide eyes and happy grins confirms to my little brain that it’s not just me, it’s not just wishful thinking. He IS doing better.