Baba had a restless night as the feeding tube going from his nose directly to his stomach has been a cause of irritation. He keeps wanting to pull it out and nearly did three times, with quick reflexes like a fox. The intent was to remove it once the speech pathologist did his swallow test today, but he is so weak and tired that he could barely keep his eyes open during the test. He did however graduate from drinking water from a sponge on a stick to small pieces of ice. Hopefully the ice will help moisten his tongue and airways as they are very dry and swollen.
We had our routine visit from the Neurosurgeons and neurology team this morning and they, along with his nurses, are astonished at how quickly he has been recovering, as doctors initially gave him a 2% chance of survival. The fact that he woke up is a small victory that is worth celebrating. He is also asserting some independence - when I was feeding him his water on a sponge, he took the stick from my hand and preferred to feed himself. This was the highlight of my day.
The blood from his head is draining well and he is slowly being weaned off of the catheter. They will clamp the catheter starting tomorrow for 48hrs and if deemed medically fit (his body naturally takes over by reabsorbing the remainder of the blood) they will remove the catheter from his head - the sooner the better to avoid infection.
Prantik returned back to Toronto today. I dropped him off at the train station and made my way to the house to let a handy-man in and discovered that the basement had been flooded - there was nearly half a foot of water down there. I scrambled to find a plumber and luckily Mr. Decker (our wonderful neighbours) was able to let them in to fix the situation so that I could return back to the hospital to be with Baba. Murphy's Law, I guess.
We had our routine visit from the Neurosurgeons and neurology team this morning and they, along with his nurses, are astonished at how quickly he has been recovering, as doctors initially gave him a 2% chance of survival. The fact that he woke up is a small victory that is worth celebrating. He is also asserting some independence - when I was feeding him his water on a sponge, he took the stick from my hand and preferred to feed himself. This was the highlight of my day.
The blood from his head is draining well and he is slowly being weaned off of the catheter. They will clamp the catheter starting tomorrow for 48hrs and if deemed medically fit (his body naturally takes over by reabsorbing the remainder of the blood) they will remove the catheter from his head - the sooner the better to avoid infection.
Prantik returned back to Toronto today. I dropped him off at the train station and made my way to the house to let a handy-man in and discovered that the basement had been flooded - there was nearly half a foot of water down there. I scrambled to find a plumber and luckily Mr. Decker (our wonderful neighbours) was able to let them in to fix the situation so that I could return back to the hospital to be with Baba. Murphy's Law, I guess.
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