This morning we got up and had breakfast at camp. We left camp at 8:15 and drove straight to the hospital. Manny was there and Alyson was looking much better. They had just removed the breathing tube that had been down her throat, and now she could whisper. Her throat was understandably sore, but she was relieved to have that out. She was still slightly sedated, and still had a tube up her nose, several tubes and wires on each arm, a catheter, and leg massaging socks that would come to life every few minutes to massage the muscles in her legs.
She was able to take some water, and was able to answer most questions that we asked her. She was very confused about where she was and why she was there. She kept thinking she was at camp.
When the doctor was saying that most likely she was to stay there for up to 14 days, she started waving her arms going, “wait, wait, wait, I am not staying here for 14 days”. The MRI that they did showed nothing, so there was still no official diagnosis for her.
During the course of the day, they removed the tube from her nose.
Every time I walked into the room, she seemed to appear a little bit better.
Her humour came back, and she was joking with the doctors and the nurses, putting a smile on their faces.
When she had to pee, we told her to just go, as she was hooked up to a bag. She thought that was “first class service” and wanted us to take a picture of it.
When the doctor asked her what her name was, she replied Alyee. She wanted to know his name, and he said she could call him Mohamid. And she replied, Mohamid Alyee.
When the nurse cleaned her eyes, she commented that Alyee still had eye liner on, and Alyee responded “It wasn’t like I was getting dressed up to come here”.
That night when she thought she was still at camp, she was asking what time breakfast was in the dining room, we told that she was not at camp and that she would be having breakfast at the hospital, she looked sad and said “You mean I have to spend another day here, that is going to be so boring”. When I told her she would be getting breakfast in bed, she gave me the thumbs up and said “Now that’s what I am talking about”.
Over all she made great progress this day. Her humour and sarcasim was a great sign of her attitude and made everyone feel better. Her voice was slightly stronger by the end of the day and they had taken away some of the machines that had been connected to her. She was just a little more self sustaining. We were so happy for all the little steps that had taken place today. It was all good.
Manny spent the night with her in the hospital. Because of school and work, his step mom, dad and two sisters had to head home to Dunedin.
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