Continuing the fight

I actually fell asleep for about 45 minutes according to my dear nurse. She was so concerned for me. Things were brighter this morning. I met my day nurse, Maura, which is also the name of one of my cheeriest cousins! :) Dr. Huie came in and said he felt good about the direction of my progress. If I stayed on course, I would leave the ICU for a regular room later today and p o s s i b l y get out tomorrow. Another score for the win column! I suppose the look on my face was a bit too revealing of my optimism because he stopped me. He quickly reminded me that I was FAR from okay. He TOO vividly described me as a patient that the EMTs dropped by the ER on the way to the morgue, and a day later is simply the most severe asthmatic patient he's ever treated. He said better is relative. I understood and agreed because that's the way I live my life. Once again, I'll take it. :)

I left Maura later that morning for a beautifully new renovated room on the fifth floor and more top notch care-givers. Unfortunately, I arrived to my new room feeling a bit worse. My first round of vitals revealed a fever and diminished airflow. By the time Dr. Huie visited at 6:00 p.m. I was clearly going downhill again. He was so disappointed. He said it would take more time, but he and "Amy" (Dr. Olson) were talking constantly and absolutely on the same page. He would bump my meds a bit, but not much because they had to force my lungs to start working on their own again.

Feeling a bit dismal, but comforted by the KNOWING the A-team of the century is on my side, I pushed the aches and exhaustion from fighting away. I curled into my bed and escaped to the cheerful world of anecdotes and nonsense texts from my dearest friends.


Happiness from the School & Friends I Adore!