Quiet nights of quiet stars quiet chords from my guitar
floating on the silence that surrounds us.
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams quiet walks by quiet streams
and a window that looks out on the mountains and the sea, oh how lovely
(Thanks Sinatra)
Another quiet day and night for John. And a quiet early morning walk to the hospital for my dad, in contrast he says, to the wee hours on Saturday and Sunday when the Burlington streets were full of revelers (his term).
His ICPs are doing well- down as low as 6, with occasional flare-ups, but then settling down again soon after. They continue to keep him as quiet as possible, with heavy levels of sedation.
The only new concern of note is that they did an xray of John's lungs and described them as "terrible". The nurse said it's typical to have lung problems when being on a ventilator for a long time, and we likely all assume that John's lungs were far from pristine going in. They put in a larger trach tube and will continue to monitor his breathing carefully.
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