Jess has had a fever that has been fluctuating for weeks. Today one of the doctors discussed the possible cause, fluid in the gall bladder. A needle inserted and will permit slow draining for six weeks. Was it the cause of the fever? No.
I have felt a little deflated today and I am fighting it to be upbeat. I am not upbeat. I feel like "Debbie Downer."
I witnessed a nurse move his arm (the one that was lacerated to remove blood that seeped from one of the cannula sites (Latin; "little reed" -a tube that is put into the body -- only this "little reed was like a garden hose) and saw Jess's face twist, head go back, and create a silent scream. Really too hard to take. Enough! He has been through enough! I want to protect him from the pain but I can't. His flawless skin has cuts and holes all over. And when he wakes up, who will drop the bomb and let him know, ah, you didn't have acid reflux?
Since they have had Jess under heavy sedation, they are going to lift it VERY slowly. Besides the fever, and a little irregular rhythm last night, he has been doing OK. No assist has been needed thus far except for medication and small wired pacers that had been removed. He has been on a special air bed and when they were finally able to turn him his back is great -- no sores. That is a win. All the swabs from the chest have come back negative so far. That is a win. I am grateful that we have overcome some hurdles, but I am so ready for him to wake up and be able to talk to me.
Did I mention our gardener decided to also have a heart attack the same week? I either need to find someone new or buy goats. Phoebe might like that.
Sweet Dreams -- I am counting on better news tomorrow. J and P.
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