Yesterday Philip was able to move from intensive care to the ward. This was earlier than expected, but he was doing so very well. The scenario, as always, is baby steps and last night he had a fever and so took a small step back. Nothing of great concern, but we were so thrilled with his recovery so far that we had lulled ourselves into thinking that it would be a breeze.
I am amazed at his fortitude. I had thought that he would be a sooky, whingy patient, but he is being incredibly resilient. He is so much like me. He is asking a million questions. He spoke to us very knowledgably about his progress and care yesterday. Some Pippy quotes:
“Each night I receive an injection to prevent blood clots. It is easy for a blood clot to form when you are laying still. It is much better to prevent them than to have to cure them.”
“My blood pressure dropped last night. It made me quite woozy and pale.”
“My lung capacity is quite good for someone who has just had chest surgery. I just need to work on expanding it over the next few days.”
“I am numb from here to here (on his chest). That is the best place for an injection.”
“The anti-biotics are injected directly into the IV. You can feel them going in, that’s OK though. It means that they are working.”
Every one of these statements is a question that he has asked. The staff has been so patient in responding to everything. He is using medical jargon like a pro.