Schmergie ...as my dad called him

Is doing very well.  He is bored.  He still will have to get his sea legs back before he can be released and a few other things.  I would predict a few more weeks...he predicts tomorrow.  I just wish I could figure out something to keep him entertained.  He has the TV and books etc.  but the days are long especially when you are feeling better.  Maybe I should teach him to crochet?  or not LOL... 

We entertained ourselves today looking at his belly...it's gone.  This is a hell of a way to loose weight, but he sure has.  He is almost back on solids now and his cough is gone.  He still has that stupid infection thing that is running rampid throughout the hospital on his ass.  Looks like a rash or something.  We all have to gown up and rubberglove it before going into any ward. 

He doesn't have much use for the guy  beside him...which is too bad because the last time he had a really good roomie.  That alone makes for a better day when you have a buddy ...but according to Garry all this guy does is jerk off all day ....I almost fell off my hospital chair when he told me that.  Laughing.   I don't know but I think they should keep the curtains closed because perhaps Garry is turning this freak on by yelling at him to quit it......It's like prison you get the roomie they provide.  Today they had a tent over this guys lower half....I'm not to sure what he was doing under there...nor did I want to know.

When Gord was in the hospital for his gall stones he had a roomie, a man that probably had been in a war..and he swore uncontrollably....it was so filthy you can't believe it. He never did it when he was awake..only when he went to sleep. He was a perfect English Gentleman when he was awake.  Gord was ready to kill him ...so I know how having a roomate who is a little warped affects the guy beside you. 

You see it all when you go in the hospital.  Even for me.  I see all the sadness, I hear people's conversations about their loved one's on the elevator or in the halls.   The best part is when I see a patient released with family members waiting for a cab in front of the HSC..that makes me happy. 

Hopefully he will get his sea legs back and they will move him to a room with a bathroom so he can start walking to it himself.  But for now he is still not strong enough ...but I'm sure next week will be another turning point.  One week at a time. 

So ... if you are in the area....feel free to drop in. 

Joan

Garry ...again

He has finally been moved out of the ICU back into "general population" of the HSC hospital prison system. 

He is awake and ready to roll.

He is not in a good mood. He needs someone to "break him out."  Today he was ready to get out of bed and give him a ride home. He  is not a good patient. 

But he doesn't realize where he has been and what he has been through.  AGAIN.  We will have to go through that entire process.  But he is coming out off the haze ... and is very depressed.  He wanted me to drive him home from the hospital today....and when I said I couldn't he was very mad at me. It broke my heart when he wouldn't kiss me goodbye....but when I told him I loved him as I was leaving....he told me he loved me too.  He sounded so resigned...et to brutus.....you failed me too. 

So....if you folks have nothing to do ....go on and try to get his spirits up...I certainly can't.  But I won't stop trying.  Nor will our family. 

Joan

So far so good

Off the ventilator  .. we will be starting over in getting him well.  I am cautiously optimistic.  There has just been too many ups and downs for me to get excited about any changes. 

Monday

We have some encouraging news today.  He woke up and was very responsive.  As responsive as he can be with all the tubes in his mouth.  He was watching TV... and taking in all his new surroundings.  He doesn't remember how he got to be ... where he is at right now.  He talks with his eyes and his hands.  We ask questions and he will nod yes or no.  So he really is with it. 

When Lisa and Joan left to go home I sat with him for a long time.  No words were needed...just his eyes were telling me what he wanted.  Sometimes when the nurse came to do stuff on him...he had the mad eyes, because it was uncomfortable, and then when I was talking about something on the TV he had the alert eyes...and was listening. Then when his tube was bothering him in his mouth...he gave me the eye roll...like I hate this shit.  Then he discouvered his oxygen sensor attached to his finger... and kept pointing to it because he wanted to know what that was.... his nurse came and explained it all to him.  It was like he was waking up after a long winters nap. 

Still a long row to hoe.....

I was so glad to see him so reponsive because every time I have been there since this happened except for one day  when he was totally confused....he has been asleep. Then when he was moved from ICU I got to talk to him but he was confused.   But after he went into cardiac arrest last week I still had not had a real chance to talk to him since this all started.

Today I took this time line I had to tell him how much I loved him. We held hands and with his eyes and hands  told me he loved me back.

A sister can't wish for more than that.

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He is holding his own today

Apparently he inhaled a lot of junk from his feeding tube in his lungs yesterday.   Don't ask me why something like that happens... I have no idea. 

They took him out out ICU and put him in general population of the HSC ghetto when it happened. I don't think he should have been moved that fast.  He was not ready for it.  He had barely got his bearings from being medicated for such a long time. They were trying to give him fluids and small amounts of food though his mouth while keeping the food tube in him in case it didn't work.  He aspirated.  Went in cardiac failure when that didn't work.  Instead the stuff from his food tube went into his lungs.......they are trying to take all the crap out of there today........Now we start over.  What more damage has been done to his Garry heart?

I an seriously wondering if this is the hospital he should be in????  Why the hurry to get him out of ICU when he couldn't put a sentence together.???  Or eat?

We need some answers and next week I hope we get them

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Apparently he had another heart attack.

I talked to Joan late this afternoon and she said he was stable.  He is conscious because this time they didn't put him under meds.... Prognosis .... we don't know.. all we know is we are going to let him fight as hard as he can to come back to us.

We are all praying he will pull through one more time.  ONE. MORE. TIME.  !!!

Surely God does not want him just yet....the guy is a  troublemaker.

Sorry blogger has been down

It seems some of my updates were not posted.

Garry is back in the ICU after a very stressful morning.  He aspirated what the doctors think is some fluid from his feeding tube.  He has had a very hard time eating or drinking this week and so they took it away from him and put him back on the tube.   This morning just before bringing him up to the ICU he became unresponsive and they had to do CPR on him.  He is now back on the ventilator and has a fever.

I am just waiting for more updates from Lisa at the hospital.  My legs turned into a pile of rubber when I heard this and I decided to wait here at home for any news.

Cheri wrote on facebook today

Dad's been moved from the ICU to B3, room 311. One bed over from where he was last time. Too soon, I think. There's less one on one care in this ward, and they need to tie him to the bed to keep him from ripping out his IV's. Dad is again very, very confused and really only knows his own name and a few other small things. He recognizes people, but has no idea where he lives.

 Joan here:  I will go see him this afternoon and report back later tonight.

 

Get your updates here!!

Hi. 

I thought it would be easier to keep everyone updated on the blog than keep emailing you.  So, if you feel the need to check in on him...I will keep you informed. 

His vent has been removed.  He is breathing on his own.  He is still very very tired.  I went to see him yesterday and he was fast asleep.  Apparently he had visitors earlier and I guess that pooped him out.  Today Lisa informed me that he had conversations with Joan and and her ...and for the first time he had ice chips he could suck on.  His throat is very sore from all the crap they stick down there.  (Medical terms)..ha.

He can be visited any afternoon and early evening.  BUT...please don't mention anything about the untimely death of Noah ...their foster child.  We don't want him to get upset.  He loved those babies.  He will be told when it is safe to do so.  He was told today that Tony had been there and he really was sorry he missed him...so Tonyeah....make another trip to the big city....this time remember where you put your parking ticket!! ..Long story...and pretty funny.  Don't feel bad Tony ... I  lost my truck in the parkcade  ...it took me an hour to find it while going up and down elevators. They make too many black SUV's. 

This is still a work in progress.


Thanks for all your concern.

Joan