Day 2

Allyssa had somewhat of a stressful start to her day from what I am told. One of the first things they wanted to do when she moved from ICU to her own room was to get her off the morphine. I agree wholeheartedly. The quicker the better. The problem, as the nursing staff has discovered, is she still isn’t to the point where she can take anything in pill form. Yesterday when they moved her, the new nurse was doing an assessment; ‘grip my fingers, push on the palms of my hands with the balls of your feet, does your head hurt? on a scale of 0-10 how does it feel?’ ‘Definitely a 7’, was the reply. The new nurse realized she didn’t have Allyssa’s chart and scurried off to find it. When she returned, she said it had been decided to give her some Tylenol. My first thought was, “yeah, good luck getting that to stay down.” Sure as shit, not 10 seconds after she swallowed the pills with some water, YACK!!!! right back up it came.

This morning Allyssa was once again going through an assessment. And yet again, the nurses thought it would be ok to give her a pain med in pill form. My lovely daughter rewarded the nurses by promptly throwing the Vicodin right back up.  They must not have been paying attention yesterday. Her. Stomach. Is. Upset. So, back to IV pain meds.

We popped in to see her this afternoon and she was out cold. Sleeping very deep. Those of you out there who are parents know what I am talking about; you can watch your kid sleep and know if it is restful or not. This appeared to me to be a very peaceful sleep. We dropped off a mini pillow-pet Spongebob and watched her sleep for a bit. Talley’s mother was there (the Evil One had gone home to take a shower), and I can’t stand her ass, so we didn’t stay very long.

Many thanks to everyone for the prayers, phone calls and e-mails.

For those of you who use Facebook, my son-in-law Matt set up a page for Allyssa. Please go check it out and comment:

And as a side note, the exact stainless steel surgical staple count is 43. It sure as fuck looked like more than that to me, but it is our baby laying there….one would have probably looked like 20.

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