Vicky's move to the acute care facility yesterday went very well. She had physical therapy at Methodist Hospital in the morning and left the ICU about noon.
When Kerry and I got there a little after 1 she was raring to go; she wanted to know when her program to make her better was going to start. She was a bit disappointed that they had to do a day-long assessment before anything would start.
She was a lot more lucid than I expected. When she's tired, so is her brain. Right now she's in the Special Care Unit, which is sort of like an ICU. She will probably go to her own room on Thursday.
She was talking a blue streak yesterday. I guess she's trying to catch up. After all, she didn't say much for about seven weeks.
Yesterday she asked me if she almost died. I said, yes. That was the end of that discussion.
All of her vitals were good without use of the ventilator.
Kerry and I fly home tonight; I would love to stay and watch her progress, but we have company coming on Saturday night, and I have a quilt applique class on Friday morning. It is easier to leave when I know she is so much better and has made it out of the ICU. No going backward now.
The ICU nurses want to see her again when she can walk in under her own power with a big smile on her face.
And then she pecked my foot
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