|Getting his shake vest treatment,
trying to get that gunk out of his lungs.
He's been between five and eight liters most of today on his oxygen, and we're still pulling out lots of nasty, thick, somewhat colored (TMI?) secretions. I'm thinking (and hoping!) that it's just the tail-end of his cold. Praying it's not yet another, different bug.
So it'll take us a bit longer to get out of here. But on the positive side, I've got friends up here. I always do. The bad and the good (but mostly good) is that we get to know each other, support each other, have the same warped sense of gallows humor about the hospital and our kids. Trust me, unless you inhabit the medically fragile/special needs world, you really don't want to be part of these conversations. They can be a bit too graphic for most. It's good to be understood. Friends like this are priceless. It makes it not only bearable, but actually kinda fun to be here. Hey, you gotta find that silver lining, right?