The 2pm visit was good. Dad’s been moved up into a chair, which will help his lungs drain. He’s pissed off, miserable and complaining, which we take as good signs, since it means he’s involved. His strongest emotional reaction came when his girlfriend told him that some guy named Constantine got booted off of American Idol last night. “You mean… they kept that fat f*** on the show? It’s all rigged…” he rasped.<\/p>\n
Which is to say, he’s talking. When I saw him this morning, they were just taking the breathing mask off of him, and putting oxygen tubes in his nose. He tried signing some letters to me to spell a word, but I had ZERO idea what he was trying to convey.<\/p>\n
The nurse told him, “You can speak, sir.”<\/p>\n
He rasped something, so I leaned in. This time, he said, “Transfusion?”<\/p>\n
I said, “Yeah. You had so much internal bleeding that they had to perform a transfusion.” I knew he was terrified of getting someone else’s blood, for dated reasons, but I had to be honest with him.<\/p>\n
He looked crestfallen, and shrugged with his eyebrows. So I did have to be honest, but I didn’t have it in me to tell him that they’d already put in 6 units by the time I ran out last night. His girlfriend says she thinks they maxed out an even dozen pints, before his blood pressure finally got up to a good level.<\/p>\n
Anyway, his numbers are all looking good, and the nurses anticipate stepping him down to the cardiac ward tomorrow, if the numbers keep improving and they have a bed available. I’m gonna nap for a while then head back for the 8:30pm session.<\/p>\n
Thanks again. I promise to post some goofy\/funny stuff this weekend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The 2pm visit was good. Dad’s been moved up into a chair, which will help his lungs drain. He’s pissed off, miserable and complaining, which we take as good signs, since it means he’s involved. His strongest emotional reaction came when his girlfriend told him that some guy named Constantine got booted off of American … <\/p>\n