Discovering he'll need respiratory help the rest of his evil life...
It was easy to convince him to put on the helmet...because? High on drugs.
Also, he won't remember this until I post it as his Facebook profile. Did I mention? High. On. Drugs. Thank gah for those, however, because they wear off too quickly and he's in a tremendous ammout of pain until they get him his next dose.
It's been a rough (and long waiting/stress-monkey) road to get here. Today. To the other side of all things heart-full.
He'll be out of critical care soon. And home maybe early next week.
You know, I discovered today that I have no filters left as I was vaguely describing his incisions and "artery harvest" to a co-worker and she turned green and backed slowly away from me.
I think I might need some recuperation time when all is said and done to regain some lost people skills.
Thanks again to you, blog friends, for all the love and support!