Back on the vent. She was on high flow nasal canula for about 3 hours yesterday, but there still seems to be a problem with her airway collapsing. This just sucks. We've tried to get her off the vent at least seven times now. They are going to give her more time again. Then sometime late next week, we are headed to the OR again so ENT can do another bronch, bring her back out of the anesthesia, then look at her airway while she's awake again. Joy of joys.
At least we did get some good news. Her ventricle size was definitely smaller. So there is a real chance she won't need a shunt. Small, but real.
Plus she got upgraded to the penthouse suite. Unfortunately, it's because our friend Logan transferred to a different hospital. But we now have the "long-timer" corner room with a window. Any Maryn's boyfriend was moved next door today with his brother too. WOOHOO.
And during all this, I think I pissed off off the karma gods or something. Not only did we deal with Maryn and the vent fiasco, but i had a flat tire when I got out to the parking garage. Then I broke a plate as I was going back into the house. And Jaime woke up in the middle of the night again. i need tequila. The good stuff. In large quantities.
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