We visited my mom the next day and she was still in the ICU. Their visiting hours are very strict...15 mins per hour, only 2 visitors. I went back twice. First time was in the morning. She was in a different room than she was the night before. Imagine AGAIN what it feels like when you go to visit someone you love in the hosptial and they are not in their room AGAIN and the bed is made. Not a good feeling...AGAIN. Fortunately, they had just put her into a different room, Room #3.
During that afternoon, I went to my parents' house to do some laundry and some straigtening up. I do this about every few days, so I have to be around my dad for a couple of hours. We are getting along okay, but he just won't stop with all the questions and complaints about how depressed he is. I try to answer his questions as if he had just asked them for the first time, and to reassure him, but it never seems to help.
That night she was taken out of the ICU and put into a regular room. We were relieved that she was out of the ICU, but she still wasnt doing that great. She was still very disoriented, confused, had trouble hearing and understanding us, etc. This is the person that NEVER got sick, and NEVER complained when she was sick, but who was now crying out in pain! By this time however, they had her pretty doped up most of the time so she wasnt feeling much if any pain.
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