Steven continues to improve in a regular hospital room. I miss the nurses but not the continuous noise of ICU.
He has been quiet since the ventilator was removed. He doesn't watch TV but instead stares off. His movements are slow and shaky, and his voice is back to a bare whisper. I can tell the rheumatoid arthritis in his hands and feet are bothering him. He allows me to stretch and bend his feet often. They have come from physical and occupational therapy. They have checked his swallow reflex and graduated him from liquids to soft foods.
He is very weak. Weak as in not able to stand or scoot up in bed without two people helping. I'm hoping this improves daily. Yesterday he sat in a chair for a couple hours. We were visited by an RN who talked about what we will need when we go home. She suggested visiting nurses and things like a walker and cane.
The doctor who came yesterday said we would talk over the weekend about discharge plans. Home is a precious word. On one hand I cannot wait to get him home and on the other I'm worried about the care required. As I reflect on last week, I remain grateful for each small accomplishment.
Mushroom Hunt 2011