August 21st, 2006

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Tandra's vitals are looking good. This morning they adjusted the ventilator and her breathing rate dropped from the 40s (way too high) to between 15 and 20, almost normal. The machine is helping her make sure that at least 10 breaths per minute are deep enough - some of the breaths she does on her own aren't deep enough. The doctors are slowly finding the way to get her off the vent though.

She has a bit of a fever and the nurses have to periodically suck a bunch of gunk out of her lungs. They took a culture to see what it is - no results yet.

I didn't get enough sleep last night so I called my dad to relieve me this morning and I went home for some sleep. While I was gone, the pulmonologist visited and talked to my dad. We don't have all the lab results back yet but he said they saw some things different than they expected. He wouldn't elaborate or speculate though without full results. He did say though that he was "not encouraged." That's scary.
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Okay, it's shift change so I'm home.

They pulled out the breathing tube this afternoon. SHE'S OFF THE VENT. :-)

We're all happy about that. That vitals pic I posted is actually of her after the tube is out. She's working kind of hard to breathe but lately that's typical. She's hoarse but she can whisper to us and her being able to tell us what she needs is SO good. She's still a little sluggish and she's in a ton of pain. She's also got a wicked cough, but that comes from the tube and the surgery and stuff - it will improve. She is coughing up some icky gunk, but they say that's normal.

So today is a good day. (I didn't even have to use my A-K.)

I want to talk about something. A lot of people have dropped me notes about how my devotion is admirable and that sort of thing. I appreciate those comments a lot, I really do, but I'm not sure how to respond to them. You know that Chris Rock bit where he's comparing "n****" to "black people" and he talks about how you don't brag about doing something you're supposed to do?

Here it is:
"N***** always want credit for some shit they supposed to do. They'll brag about stuff a normal man just does. They'll say something like, 'Yeah, well I take care of my kids.' You're supposed to, you dumb motherfucker! 'I ain't never been to jail.' Whaddya want, a cookie? You not supposed to go to jail, you low-expectation-having motherfucker!"
That's how I feel about this. I mean, okay, I'm happy to be a good husband and all, but it's not like I'm doing something extraordinary or above and beyond, you know? In sickness and in health, right? I think I said that part. What am I going to do, say 'oh this is too much of a bother' and bolt? Ha.

So anyway. Don't get me wrong. I do like to get those comments - anything that picks me up a bit is completely welcome right now. :-)

Time to eat, I have pork chops in the microwave getting cold.