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The drama never ends! I've been awake since half past five, waiting for news from the hospital. Just as I feared dad had a major set back last night. First we got the suspected pneumonia news, and then mum sounded more confident on the phone again, so I tried to keep it together and went to work at the gym in the evening. Still, I didn't feel comfortable, so called mum around eight at night, and she said they were back at CIVA - the central intensive care unit - and dad was under operation again and it was critical!
She couldn't tell me properly what had happened, but the lungs weren't working as they should, lots of phlegm, and there were some trouble with fining the right tracheotomy thingy again. I can't understand why they removed the tracheotomy in the morning when dad was so weak anyway, and the ward they moved him to didn't have the capacity for those kind of problems. I managed to get hold of my sister and also find someone else that could lock up to gym, since I was pretty much a wreck and just wanted to go home and wait by the phone.
Ended up waiting for hours for any news, around eleven they called and said that at least the tracheotomy had gone ok, but that dad was really really tired and that they were waiting to see him before heading home. And then mum wasn't home until some time past midnight. We got a short update, could just hope that he would be strong enough during the night, and would get more news in the morning..
So yeah, I did manage to get to sleep around one, but was so worried that I woke up super-early, and have felt sick with worry since then. Thank god mum just called and dad had made it through the night, was breathing ok with respiratory aid, but wasn't quite reachable - so very tired after all that has happened of course. Mum was heading over there at ten, since we're not allowed in there until then. Now they bloody well MUST keep him there for a while. Every time they have moved him in the last couple of weeks something bad has happened. I'm praying and hoping that he has enough energy for this. Feels slightly more confident again, but god, the drama the drama! I'm heading to the uni for a lecture at nine, but will keep the phone on and hope for more and positive news. I'm angry that they forced him to change wards too early, and happy that he's back at a place where they know what they're doing. Just PLEASE give us a break now and let him mend properly.
Dad keep on fighting!! We need you here.
She couldn't tell me properly what had happened, but the lungs weren't working as they should, lots of phlegm, and there were some trouble with fining the right tracheotomy thingy again. I can't understand why they removed the tracheotomy in the morning when dad was so weak anyway, and the ward they moved him to didn't have the capacity for those kind of problems. I managed to get hold of my sister and also find someone else that could lock up to gym, since I was pretty much a wreck and just wanted to go home and wait by the phone.
Ended up waiting for hours for any news, around eleven they called and said that at least the tracheotomy had gone ok, but that dad was really really tired and that they were waiting to see him before heading home. And then mum wasn't home until some time past midnight. We got a short update, could just hope that he would be strong enough during the night, and would get more news in the morning..
So yeah, I did manage to get to sleep around one, but was so worried that I woke up super-early, and have felt sick with worry since then. Thank god mum just called and dad had made it through the night, was breathing ok with respiratory aid, but wasn't quite reachable - so very tired after all that has happened of course. Mum was heading over there at ten, since we're not allowed in there until then. Now they bloody well MUST keep him there for a while. Every time they have moved him in the last couple of weeks something bad has happened. I'm praying and hoping that he has enough energy for this. Feels slightly more confident again, but god, the drama the drama! I'm heading to the uni for a lecture at nine, but will keep the phone on and hope for more and positive news. I'm angry that they forced him to change wards too early, and happy that he's back at a place where they know what they're doing. Just PLEASE give us a break now and let him mend properly.
Dad keep on fighting!! We need you here.