Wasted Day

It was a tad frustrating in our world today. Dad's nurse this morning was not our favourite. She apparently doesn't read charts because she showed up with a suppository. Thank goodness I was here to stop her! She also wrote in dad's chart that he is not to get any meds tonight in his feed tube...unbelievable!!! She also forgot to inform us of his cancelled CT scan until after the porter arrived and dad was transferred onto the gurney and wheeling down the hall to go! My favourite part of the morning was when she tried to tell mom that mom would not be bathing dad because it was the nurse's job. Even after we told her that mom does this by herself everyday for the past seventeen years, this nurse was still adamant that she would be the one doing his care. Needless to say, it was already done when the nurse returned a little later.

The neurosurgeon was by today and within minutes of his visit, ENT was shortly behind. They did not take the trach out this afternoon. With all of the chest thrusts and suctioning required right now, they felt it best to wait until the morning when the emergency team is in and he can be more closely monitored. So the plan is to get the trach out in the morning and then meet with the speech therapist for his swallowing assessment. It's looking more like a Saturday release now. We'll hope for that.

We're getting ready for some sleep here tonight. Now that dad can talk, he won't shut up, so I might have to tape his lips closed here soon. Just kidding. We didn't sleep much last night because just as we started to doze off, someone would come in to check vitals, take blood, give meds, empty IV, etc. Hopefully tonight will be a different story.

Thanks to all for continuing to check in. Dad appreciates all the comments you've been sending.

P.S. Dad says if he stays in here much longer, by the time he does get released, all the water he drinks will pour out all of the needle holes he's been pricked with, it will look like a sprinkler.