It's day 2 for my dad at the hospital critical care unit. He is doing a little better than yesterday. His speech is getting clearer and he's more coherent now. He's still very weak and has some audible wheezing, even though his lungs are clear. The nurse says he has pheumonia, but there hasn't been an accurate diagnosis.
I was able to go home today for a few hours, but came back to the hospital for the evening shift. My mother is coming to relieve me at 2230 and spend the night with my dad.
The nurses here are great. So far I like the 3 nurses that I've met who are taking care of my father. It kind of makes me miss the medical field. My fate has been chosen, so I can't keep thinking about that past.
Anyways, as I wait for my mother to arrive within the next 35 minutes, I figured I'd blog again. I hate that fact that I start blogging again when my life isn't going to happily. I guess this is my therapy. I feel more comfortable logging things when my mood is down.
The good new is that his labs are well and there's nothing out of the ordinary with is blood culture. His sodium levels are slowly increasing and that's a good sign. We don't want to drastically increase his sodium since it would not be very good for him.
I pray my father gets well soon.
Now I'm going to attempt to read my chapters since I'm already falling behind in class.
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