I have been writing a day behind, but not tonight. I'll write about Friday after this. Lots and lots of big changes today.
We got rid of some big equipment late this afternoon. The ventilator has been evicted and one of the infusers is gone too. Pete has been mostly breathing on his own since sometime yesterday with the vent only kicking in to make sure he didn't have a problem. And they have been weaning the propofol off since Thursday afternoon.
They sent us out for the extubation and the doc came after it was done. I have to say, what came next was a good bit more traumatic to me than the entire idea of his having a stroke in the first place. Watch them stick a piece of plastic tubing down the nose of the man you love and then do it again, and you'll know what I mean. Obviously, they were doing this to get all the fluid out of his lungs to keep him from getting pneumonia and to be honest, I was glad I was there to hold his hand. It's just tough. This is the part that is way complicated by his being a smoker. So, if you're reading this really fast so you can run outside to have a smoke, quit, now, and do it for your spouse so they don't ever have to watch such a thing.
The propofol has kept him sedated for several days and it is nice to have Pete back. My sisters Nicole and Susan were there and Nicole's husband John was there too. Pete flipped both John and Susan the bird so, he's doing just fine.
After they got the bulk of the yuck out of his chest, he was finally able to say something helpful, you know, "I love you". Gosh darn good thing, you know?
Oh, and his head has a little dent in in right on top. That means the brain swelling is starting to reduce. Dr. Volpi said he might be in a regular room on Tuesday kind of depending on how he does, and based on what I've seen over the last several day, how long it takes to find him a room.
See, I told you it was a good day. Tomorrow may be different, but today was good.