The Word of the Day
How was the day? Well, if Giacomo could speak, I’m fairly sure he would turn to one of our favorite apps, the “Word of the Day,” and call out this word: incommodious. He was stable but clearly not loving the day, as I think his 8 days here is starting to wear on him, with the constant tweaking of sedation, in an attempt to ward off of ICU psychosis, a thing I was unaware existed until I asked, “Is it just me, or does it seem like G is playing that game where you stare at the ceiling and point, trying to get others to fall for it and follow your gaze?” (oh, and I have totally fallen for it. A bunch of times.) He is now on some antipsychotic meds that have left him with his eyes open all day and night, though he seems to be asleep. He did get a blood transfusion today, as his hemoglobin dipped pretty low and we are gearing up for surgery later this week, so some extra blood on board is likely to be a good thing. His favorite part of the day, again if he could speak, I think would be his fancy breathing treatments that I call a lung massage, but they call a MetaNeb, which have improved his respiratory function on the day, a huge win to get him over this infection and get him ready for a spiffy new airway. Here’s to a sleep-filled night for mama tiger and her cub ????#surgerysurvivor #iculife #tigermama #myvidaprospera????
“If you’re going through hell, keep going.”
For last night’s midterm, I needed to memorize the definition of the word “trajectory,” as it relates to one’s life, stated as “Relatively stable long-term processes and patterns of events, involving multiple transitions.” As I
The Coronavirus Slide
About five minutes before Gianna shot these pics of our spontaneous dancing to the Cha Cha Slide, (which I’m clearly not very skilled at, but do have the ability to laugh at myself whilst doing,)
Life Imitates Birth, As Per Usual
Nine months ago today, a new life was conceived. Nine months ago today, I began my day by walking my son into an operating room, for a pseudo-routine jaw surgery, as much as any surgery
Home is Where Your Nest Is
It's 1:49 in the morning. I am keeping watch over my son while he sleeps to ensure nothing happens to compromise his breathing and/or health. (These duties are shared by the nurse, who so kindly
Ooh Child…
Today, but a sheer stroke of luck, I had a break in my schedule. Instead of filling it with an appointment request, I took the time to go to a yoga class led by one
The Light at the End of the ICU Tunnel!
For over three months, I have looked at that white board in his room at the “Anticipated Discharge Date.” Blank. Empty. No ideas. (Save for Gianna who wrote a while back, “We don’t know.”) No end