Update 4.11.18
Houdini is now Bob’s nickname. Today, he was somehow able to maneuver himself to remove his entire trach! Mind you, he has the socks. And mitts. AND RESTRAINTS. I was at a doctors appt for myself when I got this news from his respiratory therapist. They were taking my blood pressure. It was high. He’s killing me. 😡
His bed was a wider model so that it was also longer because he is so tall. He was able to slide and shimmy down to his right side and get his right hand up to his neck. He then spun his mitt around and pulled out the trach. When the nurse did her next check, he had the trach in his mouth chewing on it. Never yelled. He didn’t desat. No blood. So no one knew. They kept it out because his O2 is around 94-95% so he is doing well maintaining his own airway. 🤦♀️ So the trauma team in ICU telling me two weeks ago that the trach would be in for 2-3 months had not met my conscious, stubborn, willful, and determined husband. He is now hooked up to very few monitors and also got his beard trimmed last night. He has two new scars in his head from the head laceration from impact as well as the drain. He is looking better and better. He yells at me and curses at me a fair amount. And he doesn’t remember that iced tea is my favorite drink. He’s just frustrated and confused. I am too most days. 🙄 I’m also a bit bummed that neither PT nor Speech came to see him today. He keeps bugging me for something to drink. He can’t have it without the speech therapist to monitor him. So he was talking to me about where to get food for him…
B: Try the cafeteria. If you’re not gonna try it you’re just wasting my time.
I love him. I do. He also told me we could go on vacation wherever I want when he’s all better. I didn’t record it. You are all my witnesses. 😘 All our love, Karen and Bob xoxo