dad update
Sep. 14th, 2007 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saucy_dryadThose on my f-list have no idea of the power they wield!
We went to the hospital today, ready to be essentially holding vigil, only to find Dad off the BiPAP and on a regular oxygen mask. He couldn't talk all that clearly, but he could talk. Better still, he was coughing; his lungs are actually sort of working. And his ox-sat was good, even when he pushed the mask aside to clear away the results of his coughing. He's cranky and impatient again. They sat him up today... and he even did some of the work. They may be able to give him real food tomorrow.
I do not dare allow myself to get too hopeful. I can't, not after a day like yesterday, when even the nurse told me that they'd keep him where he was, but would be ready to move him to a private room so that we could have uninterrupted time with him, and the doctor's best prognosis was, "We'll just have to wait and see." But then today, his respiratory therapist threw her hands in the air and said, "Dude. I have no idea what happened, but let's go with it," only in far more professional terms.
My brother arrives tomorrow. I am praying with all my might that Dad has another day like today. I know this could all change in a moment, I know that without warning he could slip back. But it is no small thing that my dad, whom most of you have never met, has your blessings and prayers and love and warmth. You are mighty, and I am so grateful to you all.
We went to the hospital today, ready to be essentially holding vigil, only to find Dad off the BiPAP and on a regular oxygen mask. He couldn't talk all that clearly, but he could talk. Better still, he was coughing; his lungs are actually sort of working. And his ox-sat was good, even when he pushed the mask aside to clear away the results of his coughing. He's cranky and impatient again. They sat him up today... and he even did some of the work. They may be able to give him real food tomorrow.
I do not dare allow myself to get too hopeful. I can't, not after a day like yesterday, when even the nurse told me that they'd keep him where he was, but would be ready to move him to a private room so that we could have uninterrupted time with him, and the doctor's best prognosis was, "We'll just have to wait and see." But then today, his respiratory therapist threw her hands in the air and said, "Dude. I have no idea what happened, but let's go with it," only in far more professional terms.
My brother arrives tomorrow. I am praying with all my might that Dad has another day like today. I know this could all change in a moment, I know that without warning he could slip back. But it is no small thing that my dad, whom most of you have never met, has your blessings and prayers and love and warmth. You are mighty, and I am so grateful to you all.
