Movin’ on up

Dad got moved from the ICU upstairs to the regular cardiac ward today. The orderlies sorta dropped him into bed, which caused him immense amounts of pain, but he’s doing okay. His throat’s a mess, from the extended use of the breathing tube, so swallowing his pills has been tough.

To put it bluntly, he’s pretty miserable right now. But he knows this is all for the best, and we’re both amazed by the fact that bypass patients are usually able to leave the hospital 4-6 days after surgery.

So make with the hopes and prayers for a speedy recovery, wouldja?

And be well. If you’re reading this, it means you care.

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Dad’s still got a little internal bleeding to deal with. I called the ICU this morning, and the nurse told me that they topped him off with another pint; she didn’t sound overly concerned about his condition, which I took as a good sign.

His surgeon’s coming in later today to assess his condition and see if he should be stepped down from ICU. I’m in the office for the morning, and I’ll head over to see him this afternoon. I figure he’s getting sick of seeing my mug all the darn time.

Evidently, either my company has decided to flout child labor laws in my week-long absence, or it’s one of those “bring your kid to work day” things. I’m sorta hoping it’s the former, so I can push off the Top Companies issue on these tykes.