It’s been just over a week now. This is the tenth day after, to be exact. I feel like this roller coaster just keeps on surprising me. We take a few steps forward, then we take a few steps back.
I’m learning new things all the time. For example, I now know what an Anoxic Brain Injury is. It is a type of brain injury that occurs when there is a lack of oxygen to the brain. It is a common issue after cardiac arrest. It reared it’s lovely head this weekend and presented a few challenges, which we are hoping to be able to pinpoint and work through. My poor Big Guy is tired of the hospital, tired of being stuck in a bed, stuck in a room, stuck without being able to be with his family 24-7. He is frustrated and the anoxia means that he is sometimes unclear about the situations around him.
Last night though, he finally got a full night’s sleep. The first full night of sleep he has gotten since they took him off the heavy medication, which is very encouraging.
It’s been a long ten days. Sometimes it feels like it’s only been a few hours, sometimes it feels like months. Sometimes I still can’t believe it happened at all. The adjustment in our house has been equally surreal. My oldest daughter has moved out to start her life fresh in Orillia, my oldest son won’t be home until tomorrow night. It’s just me and my three youngest. It’s strangely quiet in the house and I can’t say that I’m a fan.
But, we move on, as they say. We pick ourselves up and we find the strength we need to keep on living our normal lives, such as they are.
Today my heart goes out to my dear friend Alex. I wish her love and I wish her husband Greig a safe journey to join her in England. My thoughts are with you, dear friends.
Tonight we go back once again to our now well worn path to the fifth floor cardiac intensive care unit where the staff are unparalleled and my love lies waiting for us.