I had a definite reaction to the code. And I had to work very hard to keep myself together. Tom happened to call right then, and he distracted me, which was good. After things settled down, my social worker came to check on me. Which, I'm glad about, because I was having a hard time. She said that's PTSD. And it sucks.
Oh, this is no way to live a life. I don't want this for Harlie or for us anymore. I want to go home. I want the life we had before August. I want her and me, to be free from hospitals and surgeries and unexpected complications. But, I know that's not to be. At least not now. Somehow, we have to keep going. And continue to survive this crazy, effed up life.
So, on to the update...
Yesterday, it snowed. I rather enjoyed my two-mile walk into work, I mean the hospital. ☺Snow seems to make things seem more peaceful. There was way less traffic, so that was really nice, too.
|This is her standing.|
After that, she slept the entire day. She's having a hard time sleeping during the nights. So, we tried our best to wake her and keep her awake so she would sleep last night. But, we eventually gave up. I wasn't so keen on bothering her in the first place. And she must be exhausted! So, we put her back in bed, and let her rest. She ended up sleeping till 4am this morning. So, that's good.
Today, as soon as I walked in, they were rounding. They said that ENT and wound care were on their way to do a trach change and do some wound care.
They gave Harlie some Ketamine and did their thing. She has a foreign body granuloma. They left a stitch in, so her body is reacting. It looks pretty gnarly. But, other than that the wound is getting better, overall. The trach has definitely migrated up. But there's nothing they can really do about that. They changed her trach just fine and cleaned the wound. They said they want me to do a trach change with them there, so I know I'm fine with it once we get home.
So, the word "home" has finally been spoken. I don't know when, of course. Right now the following needs to happen:
1. More wound healing. This stitch has to work itself out, or they have to help it out, at some point.
2. Her lungs have to get better. She desats immediately without oxygen. At one point during her wound care and trach change, her sats got down to 57.
3. She needs to get stronger.
I'm guessing another week or two? Time will tell.
After she woke up from the Ketamine, PT and OT came and worked with her again. Today she stood up for 20 seconds, 3 times. So, that's good.
|Standing is hard work!|
|Ahhh, sitting in the chair, with the tablet.|
She watched a movie and then fell asleep. I think they are going to put her back on the vent now, because her sats are getting low. Maybe she's had enough of breathing on her own for the day.
Well, that's all I want to write for the day.
Thank you for the love and prayers. Still soaking them in, especially during the harder times.