Doug Thompson, as some of you know from FaceBook, has been moved out of neuro-intensive care – although he is still on the neuro floor. He is no longer on the feeding tube, and is able to eat thickened liquids.
He is no longer on the respirator and able to breathe more or less normally, though still at risk of pneumonia and on IV antibiotics.
He is no longer on IV pain meds but remains on swallowed pain meds. Today I came in as the nurses were encouraging him to do something usually private, in their way, and he would have none of it. That, dear folks, is the best sign that Doug is still with us.
Amy says he’s been a reluctant patient from the start, which is no great surprise. He’s not been capable of pulling it off, but he’s attempted a couple of jail breaks. Luckily Amy was there and the nurses call button at hand. Doug retains his strength, and simply pulled at a restraint (usually heavy nylon belts) until it broke. Don’t fence me in.
He has pivot transferred to a bedside chair, once, but there was not a bedside chair in the room today. I strongly encouraged Amy to be persistent until one is provided. For a number of reasons, Doug needs to be encouraged to sit up, with supervision, for increasing durations.
He will be non-weight bearing on his right foot and ankle for some while, but hopefully will start rehab for several weeks to regain balance, strength, endurance and agility before being discharged–with no date for that on the radar at this point.
Amy said a night or two ago he sat up in bed and said “I hit a cow. No. I almost hit a cow.” So his memory is coming back.
At some point, I wonder if Doug and Amy would benefit from a Benefit. Maybe a “Comfort the Afflicted Harley Rider” evening in Floyd. Just thinking out loud.
CAPTION: Doug would probably agree that, at our age, portraits are best when they are blurriest. Doug, shooting a public figure at the Floyd Country Store. So to speak.