At home, it doesn't come easy. I was paranoid. In Davao, I do research medically just to keep my paranoia at bay sleeping at 2am for a grueling 51 days. Here, old habits die hard. It pays off when u know what Doctors are talking about, or you have a rouge nurse - it's my safety net to detect anything unusual. My unsolicited advice to those who are managing a critical care patient, make a medical diary. It does not need to be filled with medical terms (but it sure comes handy), vitals, fluids, medications anything about the patient you should know. It's empirically of the outmost importance !
Moving on, my husband went home via ambulance, with tracheostomy, PEG and ileostomy during the coming weeks, physical rehabilitation and occupational therapist (which includes working on his swallowing) visits three times a week to teach him everything. Standing via tilt table, eating, bladder training, like a baby on their first glimpse of the world my husband, the love of my life did all that. LEARNING again... his mind was somewhere else like a child, unaware, no voice but feelings ? I felt him everyday holding my hand, hugging and kissing my cheek, I knew he was there inside somewhere unable to express himself. I hold back my tears, I hold back my frustration, everything when I face him, I had to compose myself. Suppressing how you feel at that moment is very hard but I have to be every ounce brave enough to see everything he has to go thru - together.
Our check up was not an ordinary one, we are taken via ambulance ( it made me shed tears each time ) once a month and all our Physicians would be there - every one of them that is essential for a follow-up care are there. Consultants of St. Lukes Medical Center QC they are never late. I owe everyone our gratitude. Dr. Joven Cuanang, Dr. Menandro Siozon, Dr. Manuel Mariano during our monthly emergency isolation room check-up. After only an hour we are loaded back to the ambulance to head home...
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