We visited Holy Family yesterday - the acute care facility. The one everyone recommends. It seems to me that an acute care facility should be a place that inspires people to get better, in which case our nation's could use a little love. There is plenty more that I could say about it, but this blog isn't about me, it's about my mom and her fight. It's considered "the best," so that's where she'll go if she has to, but let's just say that we'd REALLY like her to get the hell off of the ventilator and bypass the whole freaking thing.
Because of the rather "strong" reaction I had to the visit, Dee and my dad were fairly adamant to Maryanne and Ray that we MUST get her off this ventilator. I was adamant as well, but I had to excuse myself from the hospital before I went Pam on everyone. So. Today she is breathing on her own, no ventilator, but some extra oxygen. Sitting in a chair… more like a lazy boy, but NOT a hospital bed. They also took the stitches out and everyone is amazed at how quickly her hair seems to be growing back. My mom always complains about how much hair she has, but I think we can all agree it's a moment to be thankful for that beautiful mane. Intestines are awake and working like gangbusters, temperature is at a low-grade fever level and the "stuff" in the lungs is starting to look better thanks to the Mr. Infectious Disease and his antibiotics. You know you've been here a while when you start to get excited with the respiratory folks about the color of the lung stuff. They think it's ventilator induced pneumonia. White blood cell count is down since yesterday. Mr. Infectious Disease (Dr. Schrantz - a younger high school science teacher type) admitted that this is a case of "art and science" and in this case we're on the art side of things.
She's pretty sleepy today. Not doing any tricks no matter how hard all of us try.
I'm sorry I can't be more fun today. I'm thoroughly exhausted. Luckily my mom is a stronger woman than I.
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