Postsurgery, days 10 and 11

TL;DR: WE'RE GOING HOME!!!

Full story:

Day 10 was more or less uneventful. Let's ignore it.

Day 11 started like any other: the ENT team descending upon us to do their work and leave, like ghosts. We chatted a little about the trach tube coming out, but they are so busy in the mornings that I don't really like to bother them. I knew we had to be in the hospital until at least 7 p.m., and I didn't think they'd discharge him in the evening, so I didn't need to take up a lot of their time.

That said, last night I'd started thinking about all the things we'd need when he went home: supplies, tube food, home healthcare, portable oxygen, etc. So when one of our favorite nurses showed up for shift this morning, I started quizzing her. She sprang into action and started calling people and requesting things and finding things out. Next thing I know, people are calling me to set things up, one of the doctors from the ENT team came up and took out the rest of his staples and his trach tube, respiratory was here to do an oxygen test, the speech and swallowing therapist was here giving him lessons—when it's time for discharge, things move at the speed of light.

(That said, on discharge day, things usually move at a glacial pace.)

So I'm just finishing up my workday, Vic is watching a movie, and we are counting down the hours.

Aardvarks, STAY AWAY!

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