Wednesday, March 04, 2009
I just called the hospital and spoke to Dad's nurse and doctor. Medically, he's improved: producing urine, down to two liters of oxygen from six, vitals all normal. He's still altered, though, and they've had to mitt his hands to keep him from pulling out his IVs. They may transfer him to a medical floor today, if the nurses there can deal with the IV issue. I hope he won't need restraints, but if he does, he won't be the first person.
Meanwhile, I turned into a giant blob of jelly yesterday and got nothing done. So now I have to grade like a crazy person.
Which, of course, is pretty much what I am right now.
Meanwhile, my mother had a great day yesterday: went to PT twice, did some stair exercises, walked back to her room -- a long way -- with her walker. This is the woman who couldn't move herself in bed a week ago.
My sister and I have commented on how they flip-flop. Usually, one's doing well and one isn't, and periodically, they trade places.