Parson really knows how to keep things interesting. She got worse over the weekend before taking a turn for the better. Initially when they removed her paralytic IV drip, she protested. She required 7 individual doses of the vecuronium to make it thru the night. She also pulled out her GButton and it had to be replaced. She settled down for a while (only to refuel) and later in the afternoon, popped a second GButton. Mercy. (Now bear in mind she is still on a "big slug" of 6 different narcotics while bringing down the house.) Her doctors were just shaking their heads. They agree with the rest of us - She is FIERCE! Dr. Mallory said today during rounds that they should rename Parson's room - "The Parsonage". Quite Clever.
Last night was a calm night and today has been calm and peaceful as well. Her heart rate has been really controlled - lower than it has ever been. As a result, the docs have been able to wean some of the sedatives and her vent rate as well.
No big excitement around here- we will certainly take good days until new lungs become available. The good days are a gift (even if it is better living through pharmacology.)
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. - James 1:17
Dr. Darby has got things covered ...
Love Ya Blue
Parson playing with the Funky Chicken