Another Restless Night

Woke up after a few hours of sleep. I feel feverish, exhausted, and just plain tired. But I have work to do...

Called the hospital so here is the update. They said the first round of dialysis was successful. They got 3 liters of garbage and liquid out of his body. His stats stayed strong so they are going to try it for longer today. Still giving him 100% oxygen with a steady 88 saturation.

The hope is that if they can get some of the water out of his lungs, he can get his oxygen requirements down. They gave him 28 liters of liquid when he came in to fight the blood pressure medicine he OD'd on. While his kidneys are producing urine, they just can't handle the added work.

I was told that the dialysis is the last ditch effort... without it he will die.

The problem right now is with his lungs. He has developed sepsis.

I am leaning on friends and family alike. One person I used to call friend... we had parted ways a while back ago. But she is a nurse with experience in these types of cases. She did not hesitate to help and did not treat me like a bad person for not contacting her and I appreciate that so much.

Hope. Faith. Love. Mercy.

Holding to the values has helped me, but I still feel so tired. My brother stayed the night and made me eat something. The sandwich was tasteless. I have never eaten tasteless food... weird.

Maybe I should lay back down, but it almost feels like I am betraying Mike if I sleep. He is fighting for his life and all I can think about is how I do not feel very good. It feels wrong.

My brother and I were talking about the events that lead up to this.

1. Mike has a nasty burn on his hand. Looks like he passed out, and the cigarette stayed in his hand and burned down about 3 inches before waking his up. When he woke up he vomited. If he had not had the cigarette, and said cigarette didn't stay in his hand, he would not have woken up.

2. I had fallen asleep earlier. I sleep hard. But I woke up after only a few hours for some reason. Just this gut instinct that something wasn't right. If I hadn't woken up, he would not have made it to the hospital.

3. The combination of medicine he took. One upped his blood sugar to right under 1200. He should have been in a diabetic coma. But the other pills kept him conscious. I rarely check his blood sugar, but something told me to. When I did, I knew it was ER time.

When you look at that, one cannot imagine that he was saved only to die in the hospital...

He is critically ill, but I have faith that he will recover. Right now I just want to see him off the ventilator and conscious again. Then the healing can begin both physically, emotionally, and mentally.