Wednesday in the PICU

2000

Novenber 15, 2000
        I am working at the PICU - with the computer balanced on my knees. The mouse I run by rubbing it up and down my sweat-panted leg. I put the computer (the NT) down on the chair for a break - warms up the seat.
        I am in front of a drafty window - very drafty. And I am not near a floppy drive for this thing. I THINK I can plug in my home zip drive. Or stop at the office, I need to drop of things for mailing anyway when I next do my rounds (drive from hospital home, feed animals, do some chores, then shower and eat and drive to the office then drive back to the hospital). When my son can spell me, I do email and crawl into a movie while sipping wine on the couch at home. Anything to stay distracted.
        If my older son gets better (slight fever), then he can baby-sit while I run errands. Ingram placed an order. I need to issue an invoice for the other orders. I need to invoice Borders. I need to ship to Granny's Books and I need to send a calendar to someone who mailed me. I need to go to the. post office - it is now necessary to get a mail-order license. I guess. Of course when I called them before they hung up in my face.
        Great public relations.
        The PT people were here and did range of motion exercises on my unconscious son. And the psyc team put in an appearance. Actually, I want them for my son. Not me. If fact, I want them to leave me alone.
        I want to stay busy - they want to ask me questions. Not now.
        I need to stay focused and busy and I need to get work done.
        My son can hear us so I play the TV set and we watch movies together, if one being unconscious is called watching movies. Of course, it's the state I get in when flopped on the couch.
        Today he opened his eyes when I spoke to him, he moved his hands, he shrugged, he can shake his head yes and no, although you need to be watching closely. He coughed. No gag reflex but he coughed.
        He jumps sometimes at sounds. The nurse talks to him. I talk to him.
        They warn him when they are giving him a shot.
        He can wince, and move his eyebrows.
        At this point I take every little motion as good news.

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