Anxious

Now that Dad's awake, he's getting impatient: to eat, to walk, to have a quieter room...

A speech pathologist came to assess his swallowing today and decided that the muscles are still too weak from being intubated for so long. He was aspirating more than they would like when swallowing, so he's got a naso-gastric feeding tube for now, and they'll reassess every day to see when he can start real food. He's been asking the nurse what he can eat first, and what he should work up to, and asking Mom what she's bringing him for supper.

While they've let him sit up on the edge of the bed, he's wanting to go walk around. That will take some time yet.

He's realizing now what a busy place he's in. All the machines and people in and out are getting to him, and he just wants some place quiet to lay down for a while. Hopefully they will get him to a private room before too long.

The surgeon changed his mind on the dressing change, instead of tomorrow it will be either Friday or Saturday.

Dad hasn't been sleeping well the last couple nights because he's been too busy trying to think everything through, but when they said they would give him something to help him sleep, he resisted the idea. He said "I've been trying for days to wake up!"