Worrying Is Like A Rocking Chair….

It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you anywhere. ~ (Van Wilder) ~

But seriously…. how can we not be worried at this point? Another day has come and gone, and there is no progress. Now, don’t get me wrong – I am so happy the doctors are pushing him along on some agenda, versus allowing time to heal – but I LOATHE waiting without answers.

It’s no ones fault. They thought by now he would be more responsive. They thought they would have his breathing tube out by now. But he just isn’t following commands enough to take the risk of removing it.

He still is moving around, a lot, but not able to follow the doctors directions. The main doctor dude in the ICU today decided they needed to do another CT today (even though the neurosurgeon had one scheduled for tomorrow), because he felt it couldn’t wait. We were unable to review the results of it with anyone, in any detail, but they fear (which is why they did one today), that there is a continued bleed.

Not sure what that means. Another surgery? Will it heal on its own? Do we expect him to get past this?!? So many questions….

My sister will be headed back down tomorrow, and she is going to track down the neurosurgeon to help answer the questions we have. Really hope to have some more information.

My Aunt Karen came to see Pops today. It’s a pretty big deal, and I hope he knows she was there & that she loves him…. His brothers are reaching out too – though I don’t think they want to see him in his current state. I’m praying they get the chance to see him “better” – but the past several years have not been kind to my dad, so even “good” is not the same. Somehow, women always seem to be better at dealing with the really tough stuff.

Here is a picture that shows where they removed part of his skull – it’s not easy to look at, but I feel like it is important to document this – for us and for him. He never seems to understand the shape he is in at the start of his hospital stays…. keep scrolling past if you don’t want to see.