Bobs vitals are stable. He used his right hand to pull on the side rail to help the staff turn him today. When I got here tonight, he had his right leg flipped out of the bed and on the floor OVER the side rail. He has had the restraints removed. He has lost almost 30 pounds. He seems more and more lucid every day. Even though he does yell for Alexa. A lot.
Conversation about the “it’s not a bill” statement from the ICU:
K: guess how much 8 days in the ICU costs?
B: $10,000
K: add a zero
B: $100,000
K: and multiply by 2
B: $200,000
K: $211,000 and change
B: that’s ridiculous. It’s robbery. I’m glad I work and we have insurance.
I was very happy that he was doing the math correctly. Then he asked me for mayonnaise and said we need to bring the staff here a fruit basket except Kathleen (one of the nurses) and he wanted me to scroll down his pants and give him some underwear.
I told him that he’s leaving on Tuesday for a rehabilitation hospital.
B: they’ll find some excuse to keep me here.
K: nope. We’re going to Philly.
B: I don’t need rehab. I’m good.
Well babe, you DO need rehab and I NEED you to be good. When I was at our house yesterday grabbing suitcases and all of his gym clothes and sneakers it occurred to me that we weren’t coming back here as a whole family for awhile. And when we do, Bob will be a different person walking in the door than the last time he walked out.
We took Michael and the baby for pictures today. Since we’ve had kiddos in the house and had pictures taken (except for the surprise Father’s Day ones I had done) Bob and I have always been in pics with the kids. It was a little sad to not have him there today.
Funny stuff during the nightly shift change quiz…
K: where do I work?
B: Northfield
K: what do I do for work?
B: you babysit children (he smirked and smiled – I haven’t seen his smile in almost a month).
He kept smiling when he said “you’re a teacher”.
This Tuesday will be four weeks since the accident. I am looking forward to this next step and I can’t wait to have my hubs back.
Like father, like son with their “cheese” faces.
