Well, they said it would be 7:30 and they were right on time. Once this is done, he should get his tubes out and that will be a happy day!
As I think I have mentioned, Layton is the “golden haired boy” on the ward. Low maintenance and appreciative. The nurses have been having trouble with one patient who constantly wants to get out of bed. So they are constantly saying, in very firm tones, “Get back in bed.” Layton must have rounsed out of his drugged state to the sound of this so he wrote a note to Dean, his nurse, “Get back in bed??” Like “What did I do? I didn’t know I was getting out of bed.” But Dean reassured him that it was the other guy.
The other thing that I noticed is the drama with some families…WOW…and then they expect the nurses to mediate. Strange how self-absorbed some people can be. Suffice it to say, we have a very nice family and great friends.
This morning, Layton wanted me to give him water on the sponge stick. I have been dipping the stick and then squeezing the water out because I don’t want him to swallow and have the water go into his lungs. He became quite indignant, well as indignant as Layton would get, which means he wrote me another note, “The main man (Dean, I guess) lets me have water.” And sure enough, Dean lets him. He/we have a whole new appreciation for water.
When we told Layton he was getting his tubes out, likely today, in big bold letters he wrote, “DAIRY QUEEN BLIZZARD” OR “CHERRY GARCIA”, that special ice cream. Those are probably good choices for a guy with a raw throat.
I got a call on the ward last night from Sam, the president of Star Riders Motorcycle Association. He called me from California to let me know he was advising the Star Riders in Reno that we were here. He gave me a number to call if we need anything…how nice is that! That was through Don Shafer, one of the Star Riders in Kelowna.
I have been trying to contact Calvin, the fellow that was riding with Layton at the time of the accident. But have just been able to leave messages. When I told Shauna, she said, “Oh, so it really is a guy with a cell phone number? I thought it was an angel and we would never hear from him again!” I think Calvin, Jake (police officer), and the two Jeffs from the first hospital in Ely are all angels, taking care of our guy. Interestingly, his respiratory tech today is named “Anjel”.
Well, I lost my travel mug for tea somewhere in this hospital so I am going for a walk while he is in surgery. I am feeling really good about it.
9:15 and no travel mug and still no word on Layton…apparently the security guys may have my mug…maybe they have Layton, too, as right now, he has no passport!
So, what else has he been telling the nursing staff? I guess he suggested to one of the nurses that she should bleach her hair so he does not confuse her with me! They are all much younger so maybe he has gone back in time or maybe his vision is blurred from all the drugs!…he says his vision is blurred and I am hoping it is the drugs and just being vertical for so many days.
Years ago I broke my collar bone while tobogganing and the most memorable thing for me was that my mom said I looked “green”. I was about twelve and did not know what it meant to look “green” so before she could take me to the hospital, I had to stagger over to the mirror and look at myself. I guess it is this same morbid curiosity that makes Layton want to get a picture of his present state. Ed is bringing a camera today. Layton, sharp as ever, wrote me a note this morning reminding me that photos are not allowed in ICU so we will have to be discreet. If you know Ed and I, that will be a challenge! That will be my mantra today (at least til the pictures are taken), “discretion, discretion….OMMMM.”
Ten more minutes til Ed’s plane lands…but whose counting??
I think I mentioned the theme colour for this hospital is purple which represents, I read recently, purple and violet are colours of transformation, bringing peace and combatting fear and shock. Good colours for our situation. Even the Tranquility Garden has purple flowers, many of the same ones we have at home…which reminds me, “Boys, keep watering the strawberries, the flower pots, and my starter plants!!” and thanks, Carson, for mowing the lawn!!
Maybe I will write the next NY Times bestseller while I wait here…signing off before my rambling bores you all to bits and you don’t come back for the continuing saga and amazingly satisfying conclusion!
Surgeon just came out and I will write this quickly before I forget the terms. He had actually broke the scapula spine (broke bone of the shoulder blade) and broke the glenoid (whatever that is!). Surgery went perfect, two weeks til staples come out, six weeks only range of motion movement, x-rays, then physio. Yeah! This is also a teaching hospital so Layton was able to accommodate the student as well by having them display a lot of anatomy! And it was a very interesting procedure for the surgeon…glad Layton can provide so much entertainment without writing anything or opening his mouth!
Getting home now depends on lung strength and getting all the tubes out…easily another ten to fourteen days. That’s OK by me! He is gonna be fine!