I’m staying next to Nick’s bed again tonight. Not so much out of necessity like last night, but because I don’t feel safe walking from the hospital doors to my car at night. This is very uncharacteristic of me. I backpacked through India and Nepal by myself during a period of heightened conflict. I teach people how to skydive for a living. I sleep next to an ex-plumber with a flatulence problem. I’m typically not scared of silly things. That is, of course, until I temporarily moved to San Bernardino. As I walked out the front door of the hospital earlier, within a matter of seconds I encountered a young pregnant girl smoking a cigarette, a morbidly obese woman in a wheelchair with piercings and scabs covering her face, gangsters arguing, and an old man shaking on the grass while talking to himself. Oh, and did I mention the guy who asked me why I was carrying a back brace? After I briefly told him what happened, he kept yelling, “Don’t say that shit! Don’t SAY that shit!!!!” Sandee and I laughed so hard over that.
Well Nick is finally out of ICU, and onto the regular hospital floor, where the nurses are over worked and under appreciated. It took 45 minutes to get pain medication. And the meds were already three hours late because of the transfer out of ICU. We are going to beg his doctor to send him back to rehab tomorrow. We can’t stay here. The infection is responding to the antibiotics, he’s feeling much better and his white blood cell count is going down. Let’s GO!
Today he had a gnarly, but minor procedure done called a Thoracenteses. Via ultrasound, they found fluid next to his lungs. It looked more like a fetus to me, but I’m no Radiologist. Guided by the ultrasound, they stuck a needle past his ribcage and withdrew 250cc of reddish fluid. They’re checking that for infection too. Yummy!