Day 2 Roll Up

Gosh, I was hoping for more good news to pass along tonight. Unfortunately, today was largely uneventful in ways of progress.

Justin started his day by waking up on the far wrong side of the gurney. And it never improved. Flipped off a nurse, said he was worthless, told me I was a bully (no argument and sorry, not sorry), and rolled his droopy eyes more times than a teenage girl. I guess I can’t blame him for being cranky, just such a diversion from the guy we know and love.

Since he can’t recall his breathing tube, Justin has been 100% focused on removing the NG tube. His bowels are still asleep from being manipulated during surgery and the NG tube sucks out stomach bile that would otherwise being going down the track. Prevents nausea and vomiting that could rip internal stitching and cause internal bleeding and worse.

Well, Cranky got his wish, 13 eye rolls in.

His words “so much better” and promptly back to sleep.

Justin was downgraded this morning to floor status. Pretty amazing since he had only been post-op 33 hours. He is, however, still residing on the ICU floor until a room upstairs becomes available. Mountain view please!

Seems as if Justin was lying to everyone about his pain yesterday. The Pain Team checked his epidural this morning and found it had inched (more realistically millimetered) out and is no longer effective. Such a shame as he is now on a Fentanyl PCA. So the rest of the day was literally… push his pain button, sleep for hours, push button, sleep. Therefore, no walks, just a brief trip to the chair while his bed linens were being changed. I heard wind the surgery team wasn’t interested in redoing the epidural, but this is the top item on my list to discuss in the morning.

Justin’s chest tube was a little leaky again today. Once more, the surgery team wasn’t too concerned. Have I mentioned Head Doctor is out of town this weekend…? Hmm.

On a brighter note, I ventured home and took the kiddos to lunch. I’m so unbelievablely proud of how well they have and continue to handle this. They get shit done, they don’t complain, and they don’t make it about themselves. I have been blessed beyond all measure with those two. Please say a special little prayer for them tonight. I cannot imagine their burden so young, yet to carry it with such grace.

It’ll be a quiet night with Mr. Philip Seymour Hoffman over there. Lol! But I’m certain all our prayers of healing will overcome and progress will ensue tomorrow.

Goodnight my dear friends,

Christina