So we have officially survived one week since the accident. The week is such a blur it feels like I was just on a plane this morning. Every 24 hours that goes by without any complications is a good 24 hours, hard, but good.
This morning when we arrived he was semi awake, and just as lovey as he was last night. Still trying to tell me something that I cannot figure out, but I just keep telling him it can wait. He had a new nurse today and she was very nice. She even let us stay until rounds which gave me an extra half an hour with him, I WAS SO HAPPY. We played Lenny Charades, and the way we play is he makes the same darn hand gestures over and over and I ask he yes or no questions to try and figure it out. Well at one point my question to him was "do you need me to do something for you", the answer was yes, I said "what" (like he was going to answer) and he smiled. I said "you want me to smile" and he said yes. It was very sweet. When the doctors came through for rounds they told us that they were going to try the vent trials again, so I would wait until next visit to find out how they went. The doctors told us Lenny was their best patient, which was great news.
The afternoon visit resulted in finding out that he did not make it through the vent trials. So we will have to wait for another day. One of his legs are swollen so he was going to be having a special test done to ensure he did not have any blood clots. They also took him completely off the pain medicine where you push the button. He is just not ready to do that. You have to yell at him to get him to push the button and then he can't even push it hard enough.
In the afternoon when I got back to the room I had received a package from home with Lenny's Laker Gnome in it. He can't have it just yet, but he will be glad when he is in a room and out of the trauma center. I also received some get well cards for Lenny and donations from friends, family, and strangers (new friends). Words cannot express how grateful I am for your donations. We have a long road ahead of us and with Lenny out of work for who knows how long, his co-pays, items not covered by insurance, medications, therapy, supplies, it just goes on and on. I feel so much warmth in my heart for your generosity, and it will not go unappreciated.
At the evening visit we learned that the blood clot test looked good, so it doesn't look like there is a blood clot, but those are not the "official" results. We were lucky and one of the members of the plastic surgery team came in while we are there to check on his eyes. They loosened the eye stitches that are pulling his eyes upward for cosmetic reasons so he was able to barely poke open the left eye to see me. Hopefully it gave him some comfort. They are just monitoring his facial repair, and we don't have any timelines or anything on how soon he will fully be able to open his eyes or how long until he will be more alert. We can't get him out of the Trauma section of the ICU until he is off the vent, then he can be moved into regular ICU where I can stay with him all day.
When we arrived at his night visit he was extremely distraught and frustrated. They asked us to help calm him, so we went to work on figuring out what was wrong. He was really uncomfortable so we got him moved around in his bed, and then he wanted him manly parts washed again and only wants me to do it. For those of you that know Lenny you know that he takes a minimum of 2 showers per day, sometimes 3. He has to be clean and cool. He keeps our AC so low that people come over in the middle of the summer in sweatshirts cause we keep it so cold. I used to bitch at him all the time when we first moved in together 12 years ago, but eventually he converted me to an Eskimo as well, and now I have to be cold all the time to. So on the cold factor, they have made a HUGE exception and gave Lenny a fan, which is so against policy, but because he is so cooperative they have been so great to him. They gave him some pain medicine right before they moved him and I bathed him, so by the time we got done with that he was sleeping peacefully.
I don't know if I explained to you how the trauma unit he is in looks, but it is a big room with lots of curtains. I feel for the other families in there going through the same thing. The poor guy next to us is so combative, he keeps hurting himself and the nurses. We are so blessed that Lenny is not feeling that way. After being in that trauma ward you will never find me skydiving or on a motorcycle, and of course not in a boat.
Today I feel a little more alive, maybe it was all the love I have felt from him in the past two days. I want to be with him so much longer then the time I am allowed, but I know he needs to get better. Lenny and I have never been really mushy and lovey, but after what has happened I will never let another day go by like that again, and I can tell he is feeling the same way. We have let so many days go by just being happy and normal to recognize how precious life is. Please believe me when I beg you all to get up from the computer right now and tell someone you love them, family, friend, or love. If you are arguing or fighting over something stupid, IT IS NOT WORTH IT. Don't get a call at 2am like me and your whole life have changed and you can't take anything back. I thank God that I had talked to Lenny just before the accident. I heard his voice, and I keep hearing it in my head. If only I had said something to stop him from getting on that boat.....