Today was a pretty good day. Mike is still running a fever, but kept down some broth which is pretty huge. If the rest of the night goes well, he might get some applesauce tomorrow. Progress!!!! The fever is still a problem as is his cough, but I am hoping we can make progress on those tomorrow. For the most part, Mike sleeps. This is not normal Mike behavior so I figure he needs it. I spent the day knitting and watching Mike sleep. It’s strange – I’m not used to sitting so much.
Once again, I am beyond impressed with Mike’s nurses. He’s in the PCU which is the Pulmonary Care Unit (I think that’s it). It’s a step down from Intensive Care and a step above the regular floor. He’s there not because he has pulmonary issues but because the rooms are set up for chest tubes should the need arise. Most of the patients on the floor are old and very sick and I really admire the nurses’ kindness and incredible patience with all of these people, some of whom are very difficult from what I see and hear.
Ian, Tim and Andy came to visit Mike today for a bit. They all sat on Mike’s bed to see how much they weighed as a group (yes, there is a button you can push that will weigh whoever is on the bed!) but they maxed it out at 500+ lbs. They are a strange bunch, but they always manage to have fun. Seeing the boys definitely cheered Mike up – not to mention how much the boys were cheered. We’re all missing Danny, but there is no sense in him coming home right now.
Thanks to all of you for the prayers and good thoughts. I cannot say how much they mean to us. Thanks for the phone calls, the offers of help, the food and just everything. Until you have been on the receiving end of this kind of love and generosity (and I hope you never are) you cannot imagine what even the smallest gesture means. I will go to bed tonight knowing that my family is loved and cared for by so many, many people and that’s no small thing.
I’ll post an update tomorrow. I am really hoping things continue to go so well. Thank you all again.
And, because I hate to leave you all without something a little funny . . . this morning I slept through my alarm and was in a rush to get to the hospital. I grabbed jeans and a sweater from the dryer, took my shower and started to get dressed. I started to pull the jeans on and they stuck at my calves. Hmmmm . . . A normal person would have realized, “Gee, I’m trying to put my 6’2″/140 lb son’s skinny jeans on and that is a bad idea.” But, I have never claimed to be normal. I sat down trying to figure out why my legs were so swollen. Really!!! I was squeezing my ankles and calves. Gah! (Hospitals do weird things to my mind!) I finally ascertained that my legs were the same as they always are, peeled off the nasty skinny jeans, put on a pair of jeans from my floor that I was sure were mine and were reasonably clean and headed out to start the day. I have already laid out my clothes for tomorrow to avoid anything so sad tomorrow morning.