Stubby
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It was 32 degrees, cloudy, and calm when I took Colin out at 7:45.
Update from yesterday’s trip to the hospital. Bob was just getting ready to go down for a chest CT when I arrived. The doctor had removed the chest tube on Friday but fluid was back in his lungs again yesterday. I did visit with him while they were getting things ready for transport.
He was breathing on his own and recognized me, nodding yes when I asked him a few questions. He mouths words but I nor the nurses can figure out what he is trying to say. They gave him a pad and pen but he could not write. That may be because he was trying to use his left hand because the right one has the oxygen sensor on it or right now just cannot write due to all he has been through.
The doctor came by after Bob left and spent at lest 20 minutes talking with me and answering questions. Bob has been breathing on his own though they still have the trach in for support if needed. They lung infection is back with a vengeance and is causing all the problems. The doctor is going to put in at one and maybe two chest tubes this morning.
Whoo boy. There is good news in there but of course some worries too.
They’ve identified the problem at least and have a plan of attack. Breathing on his own and responding is great.
And we’ll keep doing our part, they’ll keep doing their part, and Bob will keep improving. I’m sure of it.
nick
Continuing prayers for Barbara, Bob, OFD, and for all the others needing a good word.
My best wishes for Barbara and Bob. Hang in there Mr. OFD. I wonder if Bob had another condition that really needed to be resolved before the operation. Fluid in the lungs in a hospital environment can’t be good. I’m glad the medical team is on top of that. Pneumonia won’t help the situation.
My father had a couple of quarts of fluid removed from his lungs during his last hospital stay. It was quite shocking to me but seemed routine to them…
(although they called them ‘liters’, which I understand to be what the rest of the world, poor benighted place that it is, calls the quart.)
n
Our last dog; “Max” was a Springer spaniel raised from a pup. We had him for over 14 years but he died of old age a couple of years ago. A couple of months ago we got “Lily”; a Springer pup. We were worried that we are getting too old to raise another high energy hunting dog but she has been fine. Our good friend also recently lost her old dog so we each got litter mates. They are having fun playing together!
Point of the story is that I had forgotten the extra good things having a dog provides. Just got back from a walk in the woods with Lily. We have a trail about 100 yards from the front door. Several miles and maybe 7 or 800 feet of elevation change through the western Wisconsin hard woods. Low 30s and a few inches of snow cover today – just perfect!
I used to walk this and other trails around here with Max regularly but have not since he became crippled up from age. Now I remember that having a dog to go along makes the walk much more fun and motivates you to go further. The recent health challenges of our friends here have made me think about the benefits of getting out and walking around while you can. A dog certainly helps encourage that behavior. Man’s best friend indeed.
It would be great if Barbara could somehow get Colin in to see Bob as someone mentioned a week or so ago. Highly unlikely – particularly while he is in the ICU. Once he is in a regular room – maybe Colin is a “therapy dog”…
It would be great if Barbara could somehow get Colin in to see Bob as someone mentioned a week or so ago. Highly unlikely – particularly while he is in the ICU. Once he is in a regular room – maybe Colin is a “therapy dog”…
I’d worry more about exposing Colin to the germs in the hospital than I would about exposing Bob to whatever germs Colin carries through the door.
I guarantee Colin is cleaner than the hospital hallways.
“I guarantee Colin is cleaner than the hospital hallways.”
I read somewhere that the modern hospital environment is probably worse in some ways than it was in “the old days”.
Back in Florence Nightingale’s time they opened the windows when they could and even rolled the patients outside in their beds or wheel chairs. The best disinfectant is sunshine in some cases.
From nick’s keyboard to God’s ears.
YUUUP! My Boston Terrier is on the couch next to my legs as I type.
I remember when the wife of radio personality Don Imus, who had raised a lot of money for some hospital, decided that the harsh chemicals the hospital was using as a disinfectant were bad because they weren’t natural. She made it her mission to make sure they used something environmentally friendly instead.
I wonder how many people have died over the years because this airhead, with a lot of influence, inflicted her foolish views on the hospital.
Yep – I like Don Imus but his wife has caused much damage – big mouth coupled with what is apparently a small intellect. She was big on the vaccination link to autism stupidity also. Good intentions don’t always equal good results in her case. I do think her intentions are good but please STFU!
Back from my visit to the big cat sanctuary and rescue. Lots of other exotics there too. 50 cats to feed. 25 pounds of raw meat a day per cat. NOT a cheap place to run. Animals all looked healthy, all were from private captivity or .gov seizure. No cheetahs unfortunately. Nothing says “I love steel fencing” like being 3 feet from 800 pounds of tiger. Much closer to the animals than any zoo. Ligors and tigons, lions tigers and bears, lots of tiny primates. Donated to the cause.
Mid 70s and partly cloudy here in south Florida. Nice breeze. All in all, a good day.
nick
Nothing says “I love steel fencing” like being 3 feet from 800 pounds of tiger. Much closer to the animals than any zoo.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oX2t_OwznU
Can’t smell or hear them thru the glass….
Or get sprayed by their scent gland when they decide you need to smell better. Which surprisingly didn’t smell at all or change the flavor of the nachos in my hand. (I already had some in my mouth, and I was hungry.)
n
Or get sprayed by their scent gland when they decide you need to smell better. Which surprisingly didn’t smell at all or change the flavor of the nachos in my hand. (I already had some in my mouth, and I was hungry.)
Yuk !
I don’t think I could ever be that hungry.
Now I’m not hungry.