Still here. Haven't heard from insurance yet.
She's been sitting in her chair most of the morning. According to the night nurse she was up all night, which is totally mom. The woman never sleeps. If we were home, the Ben & Jerry's would be sitting on the counter from her nocturnal wanderings. Needless to say, she's pretty sleepy today. Kicking her right leg around, ripping the sheet off whenever she gets a chance and feeling her scar every once in a while. Temp is 99.7, lung stuff keeps looking better and better and no one seems to be concerned about her latest CT scan.
On another note, we've started letting her loose when she pulls on the restraint - might as well just see, right? Turns out all of those times my mom was fighting with the restraint, she apparently just wanted to scratch her nose, or her face, or the serpentine scar that now covers her head. Of course 1 in 5 times she does goes straight for the trach tube, so I kind of think it's one master plan. Always plotting.
Here I sit. Wondering when we're getting booted from the ICU. Looking at my mom. Waiting for her to open her eyes, sit up and say "let's get the hell out of here". I know you are too.
I've never decorated a hospital room, but I imagine my process will be documented TLC style.
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