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quidditchgrrl) wrote2007-08-28 11:41 pm
quidditchgrrl) wrote2007-08-28 11:41 pm
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Thank you
Thank you, everyone, for your well-wishes and good vibes for my brother, who is doing MUCH MUCH better today. I have no doubt that your good energy helped his recovery immensely.
I got to the hospital around 11:30 this morning. They were calling a Code Blue in the ICU just as I came in, so I hoofed it upstairs...but it wasn't Craig, thank goodness.
After we left last night, the nurses roused him and he reacted violently (again - they'd tied him down during the day yesterday), trying to pull his tube out. This morning, they did remove the ventilator.
He woke up this morning when I got there, and looked at me like he was surprised to see me, but said, "hi, Sis." He also recognized my other brother, and remembered our names when asked later.
The neurologist who examined him was very pleased with his reactions and reflexes, and other than a very sore chest and throat, he claims to be in decent shape.
Right now he has a good deal of short-term memory loss. When he wakes up, he's forgotten everything that's happened over the past week or so. We go over it again: "you're in the hospital" "you had a heart attack" "your heart gave out" "they put another stent in" "you're at the hospital" and repeat. When I left, he was debating whether or not he'd actually HAD a heart attack (you know, all the tubes and machines and the gown attesting to the contrary wasn't hindering him at all). It's quite funny in that completely inappropriate way that upsetting situations lend themselves to being.
I am thankful that the kids were in bed and didn't see what happened. Aside from Zach, the kids are unaware of the seriousness of what happened.
He'd better take care of himself from now on, or imma mess him up.
I got to the hospital around 11:30 this morning. They were calling a Code Blue in the ICU just as I came in, so I hoofed it upstairs...but it wasn't Craig, thank goodness.
After we left last night, the nurses roused him and he reacted violently (again - they'd tied him down during the day yesterday), trying to pull his tube out. This morning, they did remove the ventilator.
He woke up this morning when I got there, and looked at me like he was surprised to see me, but said, "hi, Sis." He also recognized my other brother, and remembered our names when asked later.
The neurologist who examined him was very pleased with his reactions and reflexes, and other than a very sore chest and throat, he claims to be in decent shape.
Right now he has a good deal of short-term memory loss. When he wakes up, he's forgotten everything that's happened over the past week or so. We go over it again: "you're in the hospital" "you had a heart attack" "your heart gave out" "they put another stent in" "you're at the hospital" and repeat. When I left, he was debating whether or not he'd actually HAD a heart attack (you know, all the tubes and machines and the gown attesting to the contrary wasn't hindering him at all). It's quite funny in that completely inappropriate way that upsetting situations lend themselves to being.
I am thankful that the kids were in bed and didn't see what happened. Aside from Zach, the kids are unaware of the seriousness of what happened.
He'd better take care of himself from now on, or imma mess him up.