Call me crazy, but I always thought independence day was July 4th. Here it is: the evening of July 3rd, and I’m watching fireworks from Ansel’s new room on the ‘neuro-floor’. The booms and thuds of the fireworks exploding outside don’t appear to phase Ansel in the slightest. I suppose I couldn’t blame him — he had an enormous day!
When Liz and I arrived, Ansel wasn’t restrained, nor was he tethered to anything! Both the intravenous drips and the feed tube up the nose were absent. Using the auntie-proxy, Ansel even requested we bring him a milkshake!
We were able to load him up in one of those fancy wheelchairs (two words: wheelie bar) and take a stroll as soon as we got here. Ansel was able to move himself around, including getting into and out of the wheelchair. As such, the biggest concern at this point is making sure we’re there to guide and protect him. He’s not allowed to walk by himself just yet.
With a quick rolly-jaunt through the healing garden and after a few quick phone calls to the family, Ansel’s energy diminished rapidly. When we got back to the room, nurse Corrie informed us that Ansel still requires a little nightly intravenous antibiotics — apparently he’s still fighting the pneumonia. Although vocally resistant to being poked and prodded (more than he already has been!), Ansel seemed quite calm when I held his hand and diverted attention. At present, he’s back to his tether. The nurse also mentioned that if we’re going to fall asleep or otherwise not be at attention, that Ansel should have his restraints on.
All in all, Ansel’s still sprinting to the finish of this battle; and so far as I can tell, he’s barely breaking a sweat.
Here’s to a most excellent day of independence.