|Ready to roll yesterday morning.|
|Cutest elephant in the jungle.|
|Saying goodby to a beloved teacher who is retiring.|
Initially, it did. William's mom had asked him to take flowers to various family member's graves in three different cemeteries. We started in mid-Salt Lake and then moved to the Salt Lake Cemetery with plans to continue on to Logan where his Dad's family plot is. He needed a little more oxygen after an hour or so, but nothing too out of the ordinary, so I didn't even give it a thought except to revise how soon we'd need to switch O2 tanks. I had plenty with us, so no problem.
But then we stopped for hot dogs before leaving Salt Lake. And Aaron must have looked out and realized how close we were to one of his favorite places. All of a sudden, he was in the 70's instead of high 80's. I did some interventions, and nothing. Did a few more with the same results. I switched him back to his ventilator in hopes of opening him up a bit. Um, yeah, try 60's instead of 70's. (Someone wasn't reading his script.)
|View from Salt Lake City Cemetery|
|Hanging in the ER.|
For a while last night, it looked like he might end up on the higher hospital vent with a percentage of oxygen flowing instead of the rate of oxygen that we use, but he did manage to avoid it. He had a pretty good night. In fact, the team is pretty certain it's time to send him to the floor. I'm very leary of that plan, and I've weighed in. They still want to move forward. I guess we'll see what happens, right?