10:44am
So we’ve swapped the delirium for rising liver enzymes, which is the wrong direction. Everyone’s concerned but they’re not sure why his body’s doing what it’s doing so they’re trying to give his body time to heal on its own. My job at least temporarily is to keep the parade under control and give him the support he needs to just stay where he is.
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12:48pm
Things are not right. We’re doing lots more testing and I am pulling up Dr. Google to learn what all these new terms mean
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4:41pm
They’re moving him to the ICU shortly.
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5:14pm
Every time I leave something gets worse. And they don’t know when they’re going to move him so I don’t know when it’s ok to go. I think I need to order something now but I’m scared. And he looks so much like Christine…
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9:41pm
They have not yet moved him to the ICU but oh hey he has forgotten what ammonia is so I can’t explain to him why he feels so bad in terms that are a) understandable and b) not vague. (This is not a request to help me with that. It’s a vent of frustration that he’s not able to access those memories.)
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11:41pm
We are finally in ICU proper and the staff here are the top notch. I am so incredibly lucky to leave near Philadelphia and the hospitals they have here. Not all of them are the best and HUP isn’t the best in every category, but this is light years better than it could be.
I wish all of my CF friends had been given the opportunity to be at this place in this time. I try to remember that we built on what we learned when they were patients to get us where we are today but on a night like this, there are a lot of ghosts in the halls.
