By the powers vested in me as the patient, I have declared victory. I am walking around the hospital. Yesterday. I went back and visted the Intensive Care Unit where I lived for a week when I was a very sick person. I visited a guy who was on the same monitor as me, I was 23 and he was 25. We both had names, faces, but to the staff, we were 23 and 25. We both had the same nurse in ICU. As far as I was concerned, we were living together. He had a node of his lung removed because of cancer. Yesterday, he was moved down to a step down unit. I went to celibrate with Ted Israel and his wife. It's one of those little human hospital things.
I have blown trhough the respiratory goals (suck on this machine so that this thing floats above this 1500 level ten times). I used the CMHL approach(patent pendind). I just kept doing it until I had done it, then I had exceeded it. The surgeon says I can leave now as far as he's concerned. The medical people in the hospital want to keep me through some pain management and into eating solid foods. This experierience has turned into an exceptionally positive experiece with Shady Grove Hospital. The quality in this hospital has improved remarkably since my arm was operated on in 2004, and I had a remarkably good surgical experince and a remarkably bad hospital experience. I even took the Vicadan, but I still try REALLY HARD not to take the percocette. I hate that drugged feeling.
I'm not exactly sur how she does it, but I'm convinced Wicked H is partly responsible for my recovery. She does something medical, and something with hospitals, so, just to be safe Thank you Wicked! And just as important,I thank all of you for standing by Judy and I through this current crisis. It is more than comforting to know that you're not alone, that you have friends who care if you live or die, and who might stop and say a prayer for you.
Now, to get MJ well.