Today was sort of a milestone for Vicky. She got to taste something; notice I didn't say drink something. At first she requested V-8 juice, which is something she drinks at work. I was happy to hear that she remembered what she drank at work. But then she decided on Diet Coke. Neil bought some, put a bit on a sponge and rubbed it around her lips. He did that three times. Each time her tongue wiped the liquid clean and she tasted something for the first time in nearly eight weeks.
Now the question for all of you is; after nearly eight weeks without tasting anything, what would you have requested? No need to be serious about this. I think a pomegranate martini would be at the top of my list.
She did very well with her breathing today; she also demonstrated how much she wants out of the ICU. She was in her chair after dialysis and she managed to undo the seat belt and was trying to get out of the chair. That would have been a disaster. Luckily one of the nurses looked in on her and thought that doesn't look right; Vicky did not pass go and did not collect $200, she went back to bed. I love to see this determination from her.
I'm not sure I understand the bleeding thing that Neil wrote about last night. Surgery and radiology conferred and decided they didn't need to do surgery. No shit Sherlock; I won't let those folks open her up a fourth time. They took her off the heparin, which should help, and are going to put something in a main artery to catch a clot should it break loose. That's my non-medical understanding.
And then she pecked my foot
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