Hi friends. Not much new to report. Fiona has been in a deep sleep most of the day and Doug and I have traded off on the reclining chair in her room.
Her blood pressure and vitals have been on the low side, so earlier today when it came time for more Valium, the nurse and I decided to hold off so as not to depress her system further. She was doing fine. Just before 8pm, she started fussing a little. I don't think she is feeling any pain, but she wants OUT. I asked her why she wanted to get out of the bed (I know, kinda stupid question) and she said "I just want to go home...." and burst into tears. Poor thing. She also started lifting her head and she got that look in her eyes, that I am well aware of - the plotting of escape. Like MacGyver, I could see her focusing on the wires and tubes trying to make a plan. If I cross the red one with the white one and cause a diversionary explosion in wing D, I can make my break...
Needless to say, we opted for more Valium. She went peacefully off, and I went to eat. Doug came back from the hotel shortly after, so he'll probably stay with us until midnight, and then head back to sleep there and pack up our stuff. He is going to pick me up around 5am, bring me back to the hotel for a shower and the free breakfast, then back to the hospital in time for doctor's rounds.
For my medical friends the stats are:
heart rate: hovering around 120-125
O2 saturation: 96%
respirations per min: 15-17
last blood pressure: 93/31 (47) always slightly under 50 with some higher spikes when the Valium was wearing off.
She was really upset at one point, and her O2 saturation dropped to the low 80s. She was crying and they asked her to take some big breaths. They left the mask blowing next to her head. She grabbed it and put it on her face. Everyone thought that was pretty cute and smart. It did the trick and everything went back to where it was supposed to be.
Well, it's 10:15pm and Doug and I are going to try to watch a movie from the laptop. Tomorrow will be a big moving day, so I will try to write more when we get settled in the new room.
Thank you for getting us through the day!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Hi friends,
ReplyDeleteToday we were driving and listening to the song, "I will Survive" Although the words don't fit Fiona's situation, it made me think of her strength. Go figure...it was at about noon our time, she had already made it through surgery. Thanks again for keeping us updated, we are with you all the way. Looking forward to hearing more. Please give Fiona a big hug and kiss from Jennah and Emily.
Love you all,
Nella and Randy